Much in the same way it always does,
With a blustering gust of wind
And a hint of chill in the air.
It came for me
While I was asleep,
The turning of the Earth
And the motions of the Heavens
Colluding to bring about the fall
Of all those brittle, bright-colored leaves
From their summertime stations.
Fall entered stage-right, and I?
I stood, enraptured, as She came closer,
Caught utterly unawares by her presence,
Not realizing that summer had gone
Until it was already far too late
To mourn its passing.