Whispers of Fall

I wrote this poem about fall sneaking up on us right before our eyes. Spoken word video below too:

Fall begins in whispers, but you feel it everywhere

In the chill that drifts through open windows, in the way the morning light softens like it’s trying to be gentle with us.

The trees don’t shout their change, they simply turn, quietly, leaf by leaf,

like love arriving before you notice it’s here.

And suddenly the air, the sky, even the silence between us…all of it feels like a season asking us to begin again.