Autumn Season

An icy wind strikes my door in anger
beckoning me to come out
I see the traffic of pedestrians on the cobblestones
The wind is colder, sharper as it moans
while people sleep
I walk to school
listening to the click clack of my shoes hitting the dull pavement
Annoyed by the sniffling and gurgling
of the air passing through my nostrils
It is urging
almost threatening

I dream of soaring birds, skies of gray
and on cloudy days no light dares to come through
I feel, taste, and savor the sensations
of this changing autumn season
It invites me to come in
and view its colorful make-up that has fallen in this warming sun
How glorious are the sights, sounds, smells, and textures
But I know
all that is meant to be beautiful during this season
shall quietly disappear
Making room still
for what frigid weather that  is yet to come
Pushing what remnant that insist on lingering
from this autumn season out.