Here I sit

I'm sitting on the patio at work as the cool morning breeze and mist ruffles my late-morning-bed-head hair. 

I'm watching the yellow autumn leaves flutter to the ground. 

I'm sipping a clandestined cappuccino- warmth fills my stomach and soul. 

The marbled gray sky sends kisses to the earth, and the trees bow in respect. 

My face tingles with the touch of Autumn's delight.

So, who am I?

This child of the Fall

Ashamed of imperfections I possess and pursue

Enjoying such pleasures as passions will endure

Occasionally, I, on my luckiest days

Will become more than mortal

And I will see the beauty that I have missed

As the willow trees hide their sorrows in a kiss

For the earth

I cry for a second chance to take not from the Tree

But to receive such mercies as Fall from Thee