The Colors Of Fall

Though autumn is a time of death in the world,

Nature taking one last breath in leaves curled, 

It was like a moment of birth for me,

And led me to know the rest of me. 

Walking around a quiet neighborhood,

On the way to nowhere with no particular mood,

I watched the colors flash around my eyes, 

And how they seemed to be framed by the clouding skies. 

Finding a meaning through the monotony of average days,

There was something within that orange blaze,

It seemed to light me up inside, 

Or give me a reason to open my eyes. 

It's amazing to think about it now, 

How a simple act of nature or the arch of a brow,

Can inspire a life to be lived in the least expected of times, 

In gentle fall days and stormy, harsh nights.