Autumn

Autumn arrives on a train headed east

Headed right off the edge of the world

She comes in with two carpet bags and an indefinable sense of style

A scarf thrown carelessly – no, effortlessly – over her shoulder

I am all jealousy

Autumn has come

With no hint of maple sweetness

Yet

With every brisk vivacity of color and saturation

I am all falling over myself

To find out

How she manages to wake up like that in the morning

And I long to be Autumn

Like a young girl longs for romance and roses

Spending long afternoon hours

Gazing dreamily into heaven

Twirling her hair around her finger