One thing I sure miss in the Bay Area is the colorful Fall. Yes, some trees turn red and yellow, but it is not as I have seen it in Poland, Belgium or Ohio, for example. The California Fall would have never inspired me to writing this poem. Enjoy your Indian Summer and the September palette of colors!
the fall
you come like a queen
dressed in gold and ruby-red
but your perfume’s so a-royal
cinnamon- apple blend
come simple girl or queen-
you’re never unannounced
but it is you to choose your time,
you always surprise
like a broadway show,
a parade of dance and light
as if hypnotized
the world chants for you and sings
to the wildest music
by Maestro Wind,
and trees, for their summer-lover bright green clad,
keep dropping leaf by leaf,
(like strip-tease, quite sad)
till naked, ‘you’ve betrayed the summer!’-
November rains
(or cries)
