012 INSPADES

“The Life & Death of Fall” I was running down my road today with no rhyme or reason (Summers not my favorite season) When I smelled in the damp heavy air The smell of pure hot wood burning And it filled my lungs with an unsure yearning For those years when I was four Stumbling, unsteady, and still learning Breathing in the comforting smell of this summers’ leaves decaying And I remember hoping wishing praying For fall to stay a lit tle longer But the brute force of winter was always stronger And now I sit by fall’s deathbed while all around me, it ’s leaves are shed.

Albany Pickering (McCabe) - @albany.new.york - @the.aimless.muse