“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.