Today is a hot chocolate kind of day.
A day when the sun can’t seem to decide,
whether to go, or to stay.
A day of half-warmth, and half-chill.
I step outside and hear the sound of many falling leaves,
like a rainfall – a rainfall of tiny leaves I observe falling among the trees.
and how soon will the trees be bare?
How soon will I once again be seeing my neighbors, of the neighborhood, on the other side of the trees?
no birds, no squirrels,
just traffic, automobiles, human noise.
Oh, to be Thoreau, and to go,
into the woods.