September.

September.
The rich orange light descends through,
Leaves trending towards cardinal,
Changing,
Preparing to drift down, into
slumber.

The scent of the air,
Autumn's chill,
The harvest,
And,
What is this I invigorating scent?

Ah, yes.

This is the smell of living things,
The vivifying aroma,
The canal from the mind,
The birth of new ideas.