Outside in Fall

The sun is bright.

The shade is cool.

The wind has changed and imbued with smells.

And if you fall

into a pile of dead leaves and beneath

the crunch of color is no ground

to catch you

and 

this

tunnel

trap

of Autumn

swallows you whole

and possesses and passes you through its twisting intestines you will be struck

by the inevitable forces upsetting the very planet itself to bring you the miracle period

of shifting shadows and warm sweaters over which we can do nothing

but breathe deep and name it

Fall.