It may be because I grew in a land full of yellows and red, blanketed by white and frozen shards

The air we breathe this time of year is breathable and full to me

Sunlight that is dim yet bright, covering me in a golden glow that only autumn can bring

Death is on the wind and yet life is all I feel

Flames of color with dashes of black

The crackle of sticks and leaves among tombstones and a sense of wickedness hovering above my head

Growing up in a place of fall wonder that drew others in must have inserted it into my veins

The smile of my face grows as the light fades

I can feel it, smell it, taste it

I know it is coming even before the calendar makes it so

The best remedy for a broken soul is a walk through the birch trees in autumn. I’ve always known this to be true

The magic that exists here is fleeting; hold tight

I rise in this time. I live for this time.

I was raised in the land of autumn

A child of fallen leaves and apples

A witch of browns and golds and reds

When the wind howls, it speaks to me

Nothing tickles me more than a tornado of leaves swirling up around my feet

You may not understand what it is like to grow in a place that explodes into a kaleidoscope for several weeks

Summer children dread the green dripping from the branches

I welcome it. I am born of autumn. A fall child, it is my time to glow