Autumn Poem by Pablo Cruise

I stroll the street my thoughts ride the air with every breath
Wind swirls to scrape my cheek reminding me to be vigilant of its looming bite
A young woman clutches hand to chest keeping the chill from becoming too familiar
Trees sway littering the air with their infinite supply of photosynthetic messages as
An inquisitive child gazes skyward in search of blue but can only find its melancholy,
Weeping mist onto blushing leaves
All around ubiquitous creatures scuttle about cheeks full like rucksacks crammed to capacity while
Chimneys marked aroma signal it’s that time of year, aromatherapy for my soul
Ahh, autumn my capricious friend I’ve been expecting you