as fall starts rolling in

and summer slows to a stop

i like to imagine many things, 

everything, nonstop

i imagine the sweet, sweet song of hooting owls after dark

Walking from the end line of summer 

Into the cool, pumpkin, damp filled air 

to which is called fall 

The beautiful sound of leafs crumpling 

fall fall fall 

oh how so near you are!!

Gazing out, Quiet

Is the touch of a sunbeam on my shoulder

The familiar crême shade of

Thursday morning pumpkin spice lattes

Parallels the clouds’

Color, tide’s scampering in and out,

In most stories, there’s only two sides.

Though, that is not the case here.

Four sisters, rule the land side by side.

The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.

As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,