The Fall

Blue clouds rain down a cold green carpet of glass My feet crunching in slow high-pitched steps The clear chilled sky thunders with frigid air as my breath billows before my eyes   My blood thinned and purple it tries to circulate again My summer clothes thinning from the air   The first day of winter The Autumn a distant memory of golden warmth The cold again, new to my bones Unwelcome, but familiar   Startling, invigorating Humbling and instigating a common sense that was lost in summer laze   Winter wakes the senses of survival On realising my mortality I bow my head Viewing those that passed when the sun went down Golden, blanketing the ground aft’ the wind has taken them from their sustenance