Chill of Fall

Feel the chill across your face,
the ice that sinks deep,
that works its way into your beating heart
and makes the world go shivery.
What's that fall-feeling?
Something in the chill,
something in the changing leaves.
Something that draws us out
and makes us feel like children again.

We're so small, all of us
with our hands joined in a big circle.
Can't you hear us laughing?
We're all just little girls and boys,
dancing together on the sunset grass.
Just singing together on the sunset grass...
Red sunset. Chill sunset.
Red as the crunching leaves and cool,
cool as the wind on our faces.

Feel that chill across your face,
the chill of tomorrow's cold.
So cold. So very cold.
So very cold as ice and death.
Why do we imagine death as cold?
Death like the end of everything.
Death like a frozen blast.
Death like...

Enough. There's no death here.
There are only children dancing,
so small with the chill wind on your face.

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(Photo Credit: "Oregon Autumn Part 4" from Ian Sane on flickr)