Fall Back Again...

I'm Falling
with eyes closed walking
i am a time of colors
so bright you barely see
me in the tress
and a breath and its apples rotting
living and dying and changing
with the wind
and as we breathe the golden leaves
pass across my feet
they nip of winter
we melt like snow into
all empty schools
courtyards and basketballs
while the sun sets on frosty playgrounds.

Submitted by JR, Ithaca, NY