autumn air

november slow danced her way to december 

leaving a residue of crisp fallen leaves 

like old coffee stains on antique wooden desks,

the month of crimson sunsets and 

the soft whispers of the wind pressed between children's laughter;

for those fortunate enough,

snow cascades from skies smudged with charcoal coated clouds 

that banter between each other under a multitude of skipping boots;

some say it’s my favorite season,

but the way my eyes linger on every pith of scenic nature,

how my breath seems to transform into pixie dust

illuminating life into a wonderland,

and the way everything has a bit more hope, 

a bit more motivation,

and makes a bit more sense

makes me believe that it’s safe to say 

that’s an understatement.