Fall comes again,
Maybe I’ll trip
Into its colorful palette
And get soaked
In its hue.

Maybe I’ll let
The gentle breeze
Cuddle me warmly
As I free myself
In its embrace.

Fall comes again
With nostalgia’s reels
Drawing from the well
Of where I was born
Reminding me of
Upcoming Yuletide
And family time.

Fall comes again,
With stories of love
Between my lover and I
As we recount
Stories of voyage
In the fall…

(c) Chukwudi I.