A quiet afternoon
Old sweater, steady snow
A blanket for cold skin and raw earth
Insulated, undisturbed
Open arms, bitter wind
An invitation to come in
Fall gently, lightly
Not like crashing, breaking glass
Like dust settling in a room
Quiet even when stirred
Fall gently, lightly
Not like heavy, driving rain
Like a soft afternoon snow
A call to slow down
Fall gently, lightly
Not like painful, gasping breath
Like a sleepy exhale
Natural in its rhythm