i believe in its air.
the temperature and smell that only exist
a few short months of the year.
i believe it its colors.
the oranges and reds and golden yellows
that drop with the wind and crunch under boots.
i believe in its smells.
the cinnamon and maple and pumpkin that seem to seep into
every corner of every room.
i believe in fall.
in the magic it posses.
in its ability to make me feel alive.
in the power it has to inspire change.
i believe in fall
and this year,
i think fall believes in me too.