He looks like Autumn
Not like Spring with her
Blooming gardens no
Not like Spring at all
But Autumn with his wilt
Autumn with his hues
A vibrancy unlike his sister
With her enticing allure no
He a candidly vivid presence
Beguiles the race with his misery
Effortlessly
His scent is that of Autumn too
Like wind and rain
The Earth must breathe through his skin
And cry from his eyes
Because he smells like his Mother
Natural
Sweet and pure
Yet promising of thunder
He feels like Autumn as well
Like the departure of Summer
And the proximity of Winter
Radiating with the warmth that remains
Of sun that once kissed his flesh
Seducing the cold
A yearner for his Autumn
Not Summer nor Winter
But Autumn with his enigma
Textured with tales of fortitude
And hope
Everything is Autumn about him
And maybe that is why I keep falling
Like a leaf constantly caught
In his season