My Autumn Wind

Tonight, a soft curl of autumn wind snuck though my window and nuzzled the yielding skin behind my ear.

It carried me back to a mound of crisp, orange, reds and browns.
I had sat, awed and still, in my amoxicillin-pink corduroy overalls, while the same northeasterly wind stirred the leaves around me.

Each and every time the flowers cast-off their petals to the cold ground, the trees unhurriedly send forth their leaves, and the plants drop to earth their fruits, I shed my shell and am naked, I am an equal.