Summer Falls into Autumn

The first inhale of the crisp air.

Slowly breathe in the fresh, 

slightly brisk air.

It's filling my diaphragm 

as if I'm preparing to belt,

a tune. 

The feel of it swiftly moving along my skin.

It seems 

as if, it seeps into each dermal layer of skin

until I feel it in my inner most being.

Sending chills down my spine

and abrupt cold to my toes.

Toes that touch the ground and

Fall 

into a new season.

Cider. Everything.

Cause what pumpkin got on apple?

App-solutely 

No thing

In the world tops Autumn.

Written by me while I lived in Kentucky on 10/4/2020. What are seasons to a Floridian? Non-existent. 

- Shania M. ♡