This is Autumn and You Will Fall

The trees assume a melancholic stance, staring to the ground at their lost leaves like the new kid in school between class bells.

Darkness falls early and slow, the sleepy eyes of a baby that I can’t help but wonder who the mother is.

This is Autumn and no matter the hold you have on your emotional bearings, it’s tough enough to tilt you on that equilibrium.

This is Autumn and you will Fall.