I feel the summer and winter and spring
In long hours
Meant to be spent with friends
But made into empty hours
By my anxiety
I feel the fall
In cool nights
And warm blankets
And hot tea
I feel it
In fogged breath on school mornings
And leaves under my feet when I run
And nesting instincts long buried
Coming out to play
That make me build forts and claim the kitchen as my own
I can taste the fall
And see the fall
And smell it and hear it
Even though all the other seasons
Slip through my fingers like water
The fall slips through my fingers like wet sand
Clinging and thick
Lingering even after our goodbyes are said
And we have traveled into the heart of winter
A lovely comforting feeling
Of happiness and hope and not quite darkness
That seems to be what I hold onto when the brightness comes
Most people pray for happiness
I just pray for fall
