Fall comes slowly, precariously
and with much fanfare, announcing
its arrival with gradual crimson carpets
of leaves, toasted from the final burst
and bubble of the summer sun.

Balmy weather gives in to balmed lips,
a protective sheen like the PVC
of raincoats waiting to break
their hiatus of mothball closets.

The wind rakes the trees
and bends them
to winter’s way.