No One Knows, It Seems

I felt it here,

in this particular
part of the woods,

where I stand now.


. . . . .


Fall communicated

its whereabouts

in the slip of a leaf – 

going down

d o w n,

d

o

w

 n.

Nonchalantly

it sort of swooped,

crisscrossing

 others mid-flight.


It took its final rest

midst the flood

of September light, 

close to where I stood

at a curious distance,

in that particular
part of the woods.


I felt it.
Fall was definitely
there, in the air.


Every one knows, 
it seems.