Another Poem About Fall

The season which peeks its head
Through the doors of summer
Then darts back out again
And the wood nearly closes on your fingers
For trying to catch it

The season of jeans and t-shirts
And pajama pants that feel like bliss,
Of the loving evening sun 
Which tucks in the mountains, blankets them
In the perfect mix of light and shadow

Of almosts, hinted promises, of in-betweens,
And of days that pass too fast
Like the wind which swirls by,
Overturning every leaf on the trees
To shuffle a deck of palest green

Of fresh vegatables and dying leaves,
Tire swings, rakes, bare feet,
Backpacks, books, new shoes,
Of childhood and growing up
All at once.

My friend once told me,
"Sometimes I get nostalgic for fall"
And I have that same feeling
Even when fall