On Fall...

I love when fall begins to creep in.
Slowly, yet softly swift, like
a babe feline thing.
Days shorten and nights cool
with Earth's breath breeze.

Days ease into smoothness and lush parallels
surround and encompass you and all the countryside
becomes a dreamscape of softness and warmth.

Tempers ease because of so much beauty,
all around.
Birds fly higher and insects get more squirrely and
flitty.

Waters taste more crisp.
And, nature hums softer tunes,
as if, she is readying herself, settling for bed.
Casting off heat and distant despair.

In the south, you are reminded what porches and
patios are for.
Summer foods shift to things created from pumpkin
and spice.
And, all the world begins to smell of pine and cedar and
cider.
Colors deepen and swell up around you like a hopeful, arbor revival.
They rest calmly in their stalled, distinct peace,
before colder more harsh times are ushered in.

Leaves become playgrounds and playthings and
brooks offer cooled drinking water and
grasses give rest and moons and stars seem to be more
crisp and
closer to us and
love moves closer to the ground.

Underneath relaxed feet and wet leaves and
marshy earthen places.
Moving back up through the blood and
veins and
like roots dug up into our hearts,
we swell up with love and cheer and desire for
what's to come.

Jason Christopher Johnson
August, 31, 2010