Today is still dark outside my window.
A promise of sweeping chill.
My mind and senses groan for the coming of it like the bee to the flower.
Come, Fall in all your glory!
Come with your cleansing wind!
Brush away the stickiness in my head.
The old stuffy clamminess, heat, and stuff of piled up
summer dog-days weighing me down.
Brush through my hair, my brain and soul.
Let me sprout a pair of wings perhaps, that I could dance on your breeze!
Or set me free upon the air in a huge rising balloon so as to see the entire earth.
Let me sense, touch, taste, breathe, live into the crisp sharp newness of Fall.