it's the smell
that gets me
every time
the crispness of the air
aroma of dried leaves
and the sound
of fallen leaves tumbling
across yellowing grass
mowing done for the season
the aroma of wood burning
anticipation of fires in the fireplace
cozy evenings spent
bundling up and turning in
also on the air is a sadness
a letting go
remembering of other
deaths
relinquishing an old life
for the unknown new
holding your hand
as you said goodbye
to the lake
the geese
sandhill cranes
the stuff of this world you loved
it is the in-between time
summer warmth
and bitter winter cold
light and dark
the shadows creep
over the earth slowly
the trees brightening, glowing
before their seasonal bow
it is the season of remembering
growing, leaving,
relinquishing, loving
it is the season of Color
and of life
renewed.
