This is the time of year where I  live

Here I am

Present. Alive.

My heart thumping  and fluttering

With every crunching leaf.

This isn’t Fall for me

I rise. I shine.

Become divine.

I soak up orange swirl and brown curl.

I take from this season. I use my sight.

For the rest of the year.

I write.

(c) Slumpless