Sun makes all the difference.

With a blue background
The trees don't look so dead.
Air warmed by sunlight
Is inhaled as perfume
Rather than shivers.
Leaves catching the breeze
Seem to dance
Instead of swan dive.
Sunday sky full of sunshine
Sings Amen
Before we hibernate.

How is it
We forget fall every year
But it remembers us?
It remembers
Its palate of colors
Getting each vivid hue right.
It knows when to turn
The thermostat down for the night
And cool for the day.
It remembers to move the sunset
Just a little to the left
And shine the harvest moon.
It remembers to remind us
Its predicable
Even if we forget.

Returning
Like a tongue bothering
An empty socket,
Searching
For the possibility
Of a migraine.

Shelving books at the library
Gives one a false sense of stability.
Creating order out of chaos
Is only a momentary lapse
In the rush of the day.

Because of Winn Dixie
Just like a Littmus Lozenge
A story sweet
but sad.
Just like our kids lives
Hopeful
In spite of everything.

The sun makes everything better-
Dull grey becomes
Bluer sky
Drab brown becomes
More vivid leaves
My mood becomes
Warm as the sunshine!

I'm not sure
What's going to come out of my mouth.
All the anxious images welling up
Spilling over into language.
Bite your tongue
Is a good refrain
To keep the acid reflux of angry words
From spilling out
And poisoning the paper.