Fall is coming.
Tonight football returns with a smile,
And tomorrow the sun reflects
Through changing leaves of trees.
The air pushes and pulls my hair,
Braids it with the smell of leaves and sweaters
Chunky knits and moccasins and blue jeans.
It is time to begin again,
The season of repentance,
With a football under my arm,
And change in the air,
I can believe again,