My Rainy Tuesday

I can't stop thinking about the weather.
It seems so perfect for a jacket or a sweater,
and the cold air is playing on my skin,
It only takes the lightest touch  and I begin.

I'm falling like the autumn leaves,
tree by tree- soon, all of me.
And all the world seems brighter,
I'm not one to fight it.
A chilling breeze, with the windows down,
lingers till we're close to town.
And the sunset fades to the dimmest light,
and I don't want to say goodnight.

It's hard to admit I like the season.
Still, I know it comes on with ease.
The colors as we walk in a kaleidoscope--
orange, yellow, red, and full of hope.

It's warm now that it's cold,
and I'm young now that I'm old.
And with everything that I could be,
I'm giving in to gravity.