Waiting for Fall

Crisp leaves crunch as an orange haze fills the once deep blue sky. Fires dance on tree tops as dead warriors fall. The fight to stay alive through the summer season has been lost. Air, once filled with cotton and pollen, now carries the dust of crushed leaves. Oh, all that has been lost. A spring filled with new beginnings and growth has simply floundered into another wasted summer. 

Memories overtake my mind as I sit sipping coffee from a backyard patio. How it never lasts. It goes so fast. But wasted, it was not. Reflection shows how memorable the time was. Walks through woods with dreams for new books. Swims in warm water with complete ignorance for days ahead. Glasses become familiar with my lips as I sit up late reminiscing the times I had. To think that I had it bad.

Wandering through the depths of my mind rethinking all the falls behind. So many times I never realized that I was alive during the height of my life. Youthful love uncontained by a nine-to-five. Night drives to ‘White Ferrari’ are alive in my mind ‘til the end of time. Smoky clothes from the flames of a bonfire. Home by midnight lit by a porch light. 

But now I realize I can’t go back to those fall nights. No longer able to live with no guidelines. The summer doesn’t end like it used to. No longer going to buy new school shoes. All I have is the memories of my late teens all in all. But somehow every summer, I still sit up at night waiting for fall.