Ah 'tis hereits finally here
Fall appeared like a trusted broom flight
Finally in sight
Fall is the best ,
apart from any other
wind whispers thru the trees
Like breath in my lungs
giving me reasons
Of why I belong
Fall is the only thing,
apart from all else
that I care to wait for
Like the ring of a bell
I walk down the narrow path that it leads
through a menagerie of beautiful- warm colored leaves
falling before , behind, and beside
my red colored cloak, in which my head hides
Now deeper in the woods
I see dark little forms
dance between the trees
Hollowed and Worn
Off in the distance,
a heckle, I hear
From an old Wiccan Witch
happy as well, that Fall is here
The Howl of a werewolf
is now so close
his fur brushes past me
like the whim of a ghost
I follow him out
into the Graveyard
To which I stop,
to give my regards
Yes, Fall is apart
from anything else
that can make me feel
unlike anything ive felt