Autumn Equinox

I.

vulnerability in seasons
your arms cast in different lights
along the prevailing axis

I see the shadows coming
before they reach me
and cover me up

but fall is the strangest
watching the leaves
flutter from the trees

the light plays tricks on me
when the breeze kicks up
scattering the foliage

II.

I notice churches more in fall
the light hitting just right
as their pointed steeples cast
elongated shadows across everything

the angles extreme
lead the way toward night

III.

I breathe better
in the thick fall air

I think it is the moisture
trapped near the ground

IV.

weariness explains nothing
on its own

but if you follow
the lights and shadows
tasting carefully the air

the moment will capture you
and feed you to itself