Freedom Of Autumn Poem

by Daniel
(Austin, TX, USA)

Summers in Texas are like winters up north. People stay inside all day and only come outdoors to walk to their cars. So when autumn starts to cool the air, we emerge from rooms of stale, recycled air to breathe deeply of the first crisp, clean gusts of fall.

A feeling of freedom washes over me as my self-imposed exile ends.

Suddenly I feel like driving with the windows down like I did when I was younger, riding home from school with my friends, the feel and smell of the wind in our faces.

I begin to see people sitting freely wherever they want, on patios outside coffee shops instead of clumped closely together around small migrating islands of shade.

It is strange to notice our bodies begin to acclimate to the weather when we feel change coming. It's as if we had forgotten what each season was like until we feel it again. It is an awakening.

Freedom Of Autumn Poem

Feeling the air, crisp in my lung,
now free from the guard at the door.
Free to sing all the songs not sung,
bright streaming colors rain on floors.

No longer trapped in patio's shade,
walk down streets with friend and umbrella,
ready to experience and never fade,
watching the neighbor bray "Stella!"

Waking up from the dream of sun,
swirling leaves follow my slow steps.
Time slips away, must avoid fun,
whispering the words of adepts.