cold enough for a sweater
a damp chill that wraps around bones
little light through pale skin and sky
grey cloud cover has consumed the diminishing sun
narrowing days stretching nights
longer jackets under chanced moon light
orange brown red and yellow
dance on a washed out wet asphalt background
thickening moist air
heavy in low pressure lungs
expel in a condensed suspended fog
past cracked swollen lips forming muttered words
socks of wool worn leather boots
scarves drawn up to ears and red noses
dripping nasal covered by cold hands
lead to snot covered sleeves becoming in style
mud clinging to the hems
of thick pants layered skirts and brave dresses
gusty glades blustery bus stops
funnelled leaf filled winds through city streets
the oceans up roaring offer
of drift wood and debris upon seasonally reconstructed shores
shakes the foundations under storm watchers
who have excitedly been awaiting this seasons gales
fall is absolutely my favourite time of year