by Max Nelson on October 28, 2014

shivering excitement falls
down from the waning sunlit sky
dimly birds give dampened calls
of how it pains their wings to fly

suddenly the air is crisp
the frost is bright in mornings fold
and in it one can catch a wisp
of spice beneath that autumn cold

oh Octobers bustling grasp
your quiet hue my heart enchants
busy is the city far
I guess I should put on some pants