Do You Fall?
The scent of a candle, burning ever so slowly.
Smoke from a fire lit to keep two people warm.
The upstate sunset
shining and shimmering in the sky
with comforting color.
The glimpse of a pumpkin patch.
Sometimes it's cruel though.
It doesn't always come with light and hope, it’s deeper.
Pumpkins rot a shade of green,
leaves crimp and crumble,
I suppose it's the air, it's different,
it comes with fear.