Six apples in front of my eyes

Waiting for their greater purpose

Each painted a deep, glossy red, reminding me of the perfume that sits on my desk

I fall in love with you every fall.

Seeing your face after a summer away

sends shock waves through my body.

I forget I love you

until the air starts cooling,

until school starts again.

I’m 16. 

That means I have 2 more falls till I leave home,

2 more Saturdays spent raking autumn leaves,

2 more Halloween parties,

2 more homecomings,

2 more visits to the pumpkin patch, 

Autumn is a woman with a top hat and golden eyes atop a horse as dark as night.

Autumn is the auburn hills glowing in the light of the harvest moon.

Autumn is the pumpkins and the squash and the nostalgia.

burn the polaroids you took this summer with the 

first lighter you ever bought, back when you were twelve

and needed to feel something that wasn't packaged, artificial

Galore are the hung fruits.
Their ample flesh and roundness;
their cherub cheeks reddened
from the pinching of a breeze.
They are tapered to branches
dangling perfectly, prostituted
for their flavorful innards.
 

In the crisp embrace of my russet leaf patch, 
a Queen Bee reigns supreme, Her presence unmatched. 
Her saintly swarm rustles me, yet I am blessed, 
for She brings forth the chilly scent of ember rest. 

As the autumn breeze gently caresses my skin, I embark on a journey of love and longing. As the sun sets upon the autumn sky, I embrace the melancholy beauty of fading memories.

It is still summer. Not fall. 

Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember. 

I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glowed yellow from the sun. 

crisp autumn air, whispers bear

hill crests only we know where leaves are so

amber and the sky is so golden.

autumn leaves, they
fall to the pine-bathed
soil, and my heart falls
with them, and I think it's burning
too, burning too, for all it takes
is one glance into your
amber eyes, september sight, and
you've got my

Fall sings the song

      Of beginning again

Letting go 

               Of all the hurts dragging you down 

Run through the golden woods