Have you noticed the change?
The way the day feels different and the sun stretches through the trees?
The way the light picks up color from the leaves and moves it across the horizon?
These days are somber and solemn and reverent.
Our beautiful mother has ask us to whisper.
To be respectful of her children as they grieve.
To join in their stillness as they let go.
And to weep for these days that are golden and mournful and lovely.
Have you noticed?
A love poem to fall.