fall

oh beloved Fall.
each year you mean something new to me.
and each year you bring memories of
the year before.
you are everchanging because of that.
each year, my memories from the year before
become the measuring stick.
each year, my mind is consumed with what you brought me
the year before.
so much so, that i miss you completely.

i would like you to be different
than who you have been before.
different than what you brought me just one year ago.

the plan for you this year:
vibrant, lovely and full of life.