In the half awake moments
before full consciousness
I believed it was July;
warm and sunny.
I smiled

My eyes opened
to a gray and rainy morning.
Not summer at all.
October.
And cold.
September (and August)
already gone.

I could feel
my heart
yearning to go back.

I surprised myself
with this holding on.
Pretending my way
out of reality
never works out so well.

And really
I do love fall.
The clear air, starry nights;
the intoxicating beauty
of the brilliant leaves
that distract me
for just a moment
from the coming
long, dark season of cold.

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