Seasons

Autumns I

Fall is around the corner. It's under my skin. It reveals itself around me. It makes me cry, slowly. Fall touches my hands, holds me in a very soft way. In many possible ways. My feet dance, my skirt is light and the breeze makes it move. Silky. I show some skin, I reveal my soul. My shoulders move and Fall. I am falling. I turn around, I walk, I'm dancing. It rains inside my room. Friends from far away visit me. I just keep dancing. Fall is musical. Count me in, I'm game. It's finally Autumn.