escaping comets, falling leaves, you and me

Come on fall. Help me learn to let go of what’s dead. Come on fall. I’m ready.

It’s the second of September and I’m mad that the leaves haven’t started falling yet.

For the past week or so I have been staring at my tree in my front yard looking for any signs of autumn creeping in - but so far, the tree is still happily wearing her green summer dress.