malalai khan

Past the last rains of monsoon,
Past the August sheaves,
Past the full corn moon,
and into the autumn leaves.

Oh, to hear the mellow crunch 
underneath the feet
during the evening walks 
across the street.

To feel the soft crisp
in the breeze,
blowing the red and gold
from the trees.

Ah, to smell the petrichor,
a scent so hypnotizing
that I cannot stop myself 
from romanticizing.

To wander into the wilderness 
and dance with Autumn's embers,
through September,
October and November.

And, all in all,
to fall in love with fall.