Fall Poem.
I have recently come
to the conclusion that
there are too many clocks
and not enough time to explain
the euphoric spectrum of color
you bring to everything we do.
It has been so long
since I've had a Fall that saw me
walking cold circles around
what I can't understand;
I'm a little too young,
a little too proud, a little too
daring to bear witness
to a simple truth:
You have the kind of heart
that can watch me weep, and
I am addicted
to the beautiful way you change.