The Cusp of Autumn

The final season of the year is upon us.

Photo by Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

I feel the crisp in the air
In which I slowly breathe
I see a bit of orange

On some visionary leaves
Morning feels lovely
wispy cirrus clouds
Fills a deep blue sky
Cool mornings to me
Are always a natural High
Serotonin breeze
Dopamine from the sun
Birds and butterfly’s

Fly pass me as I walk
Or run
This year I’m proud of All that I become
I’m becoming

A still water reflection

Of nature but this new

Journey has just begun
It’s a season

For harvest
It’s a season I shall
Thrive
60 degrees windows
Down
Feeling alive
On this drive
I paint my story
I share the vibrant

Colors of me

Fall in love once again
With the warmth

Of the trees.

© Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV