It's nice out here
The cool air dances around me
Tentative
Not quite settling
Another rush of cold
Bolder
The hairs on my arms rise up in greeting
Inviting the mild promise of autumn to stay
To maybe occupy my veins with its crisp nectar
It doesn't stay though
It wasn't meant to
I feel warm again and watch as the leaves skit across the grass
Autumn's footprints
