Summer green turns into
vibrant shades of autumn.
This transition happens,
whether I think about it or not.
Whether I want it to or not.
One morning I notice
my morning walk to class is crisp.
A brisk breeze is hitting my face
and leaves on the ground are
being brushed past my feet
as I walk by freshly carved pumpkins.
I realize I should have worn more layers.
People around me are bundled up
in their scarves and winter boots.
Something about this change feels cozy,
and I cannot help but smile.
I appreciate the beauty of impermanence.
A seasonal love, in a sense.
What a shame it would be,
if summer lasted forever.