It’s those small moments.
The colors
of the leaves
as they change
and
f
a
l
l
to the ground.
The bird
that perches
on the streetlight
before flying away.
The reflection
of the sunrise
on the barely wet pavement.
The wind blows
and the season
is gone
yet again.
Goodbye, fall.
Our time
was too short
and I will miss it.