The air is crisp and fresh after rain
It’s chilly outside but not yet cold
And while the sky is filled with dark grey clouds
The trees are turning yellow and orange and red
And when the leaves drift off on the breeze
The ground gains the colors of fall too.
The clouds tell of storms to come
But they don’t yet cover the sky entirely
And the gaps they leave are bright blue
And when the sun peeks out you can feel it
Bright and warm against your skin
A reminder of the summer that’s now passed.
It won’t last forever.
The sun will pass again behind the clouds
The trees will be left barren
And their fallen leaves swept away
And the wind will grow harsh and biting
As the temperature drops below zero
And the ground begins to freeze.
Fall is a transitory season
But there’s beauty in its liminality
Because nothing will last
Everything is precious
Pictures won’t do it justice
So instead we must remember