“Boston Fall Begins”
Boston Fall begins in an understated way.
A small change in the air indicates
The approaching winter.
Sipping scalding water,
That was passed through crushed coffee beans,
Burns the lips and tongue in a friendly way.
How wonderful a find,
An empty bench becomes.
All the neighborhood dogs stop,
To make sure I’m not the Postman.
South End bustle makes me feel alive.
Colors are beginning to bend toward cozy.
A crispness dances through the wind.
Lots of people packing away their Summer dreams.
Readying for Winter’s sleep.
A slight reprieve from that stark passage.
Pull on a sweater and enjoy the bronzing skies.