Southern Breeze

It’s morning here…and everything awakens to the same sound.
The grass, the trees, the roaming smells of coffee yet to be found.
No rush…no hustle in my world as I quietly start this day.
Wondering did I even remember fall when I woke in a place far away.
Were the leaves the same color…was the green a different hue.
Or was it the same…just looked different to a different you.
Did the wind rustle through the bright colored trees.
Or did it die quietly out through the overcast seas.
Was it lost in my daily trek through train doors or a subway car.
Or did it really exist somewhere far.
Maybe it was surrounding me all along.
With it’s bright colorful melody
or it’s loud melodic song.
Fall is with me here and maybe it was there too.
Just had to take time to sit and listen.
Now I ask…will you.