the year is falling

close your eyes.

now take a breath

and hold it for just a second...

can you smell it?

the colors are coming

and i'm nearly intoxicated.

the air is growing

thin and crisp.

soon it will feel like morning

all day

and your feet will crack

upon the ground.

steaming cider will trickle down

through pursed lips

and warm your heart

while the old wooden wagon wheels

roll gently beneath you.

the brisk, aged wind

will pull at your hair

sending wave upon wave

of contentment across your face.

this is when

you can truly breath fire.

this is when

you can finally greet the day.

so i ask you, please,

to close your eyes.

now take my hand.

hold it for just a moment...

the year is falling

and i don't want to watch it alone.