Falling, Falling, Falling...

School is under way,

Clouds come out to play,

Imaginations begin to mild,

Complaint from a child.

Carpool feels a little blah,

Sun continues to claw,

Days are hard to bare,

Less time to stop and care.

A sudden evening breeze,

Not hot, wonder the trees,

An inhale of moist air

Is fall somewhere in there?

Curlying of a corner lip,

Could it be? Only a sip...

Heart jumped a beat,

Outside, could be sweet.

A tiny hint of hope

Fall, please throw me a rope!

Could it be he heard me?

Sun says, "You'll see."

Stop waiting for something grand,

A brush of the cheek, with a hand.

The whisper of Autum calling,

Don't mind falling, falling, falling...