The Porter House

fall springs upon me like
new winds and full moons.

like the dusty reds of broken hearts.

the smell of fresh dirt
attacks my nostrils like
like
like - the dew rain in mississippi.

it's a strange feeling:
fall.

it's sensual overload.
it's like a brand-new pack of crayolas
and too many pages in my favorite coloring book.

but i love it:
fall.

the earth signals change,
and so, like a child heeding her mother -
i will follow.