[AU]tumn

 

The leaves spin over the roadway
As I am blown home on hurried winds
The stores and walls stained yellow and orange
The houselights seem to struggle slightly
The cool shadows heavier than usual
My body warms itself over
In the way that it does when it's colder
The breeze pulls the heat away
And I flicker like a candle flame
The tree limbs look grayed, fingers,
As they contract to brace themselves for the cold
I go inside.