Something in the Air
...because London fall is THAT good....

Deep within the mornings shiver, a silence slow to speak,
My heart, it leaves, all the blither, to partake in a world inside me,
A messy bun, mud-caked running shoes, a silver key strapped to my lace, and as the dawn decides whether to paint autumn or winter, in the shadows of this morning I sneak,
Dust settles down, my feet almost soar past this ground; heaven above is all I see,

There’s something in the air today, a breeze that pleas to beckon us folk,
Something in the way the wind blows, in the temperature of these racing winds—and I can feel a change, no trite or subtle change, but a change for all that’s been broke,

Asphalts edgy, oh so edgy, so I ditch this trial for some unhampered soil,
Trust is sketchy, oh so sketchy, but today trusts seems worthwhile,
There’s a tear in my left eye, it’s been falling since I began, and as I watch the wind break it sings back to this toil,
A child-like heart, what can I say, I twirl under trees, I crunch on every leaf, I think I made them smile,

There’s something in the air today, a spice God set to evoke,
Something in the way this season remembers, in the way I no longer have to forget—and I can feel a change, no trite or subtle change, but a change for all that’s been broke,

And in these unseen moments, these blessing we often overlook, I am there,
I watched each leaf, of crimson and gold, I watched them spiral, this magic so often untold,
Those buses and trains, fancy cars and stuffy planes can keep on dreaming, but oh how they should care,
Because in these shadows—right past their clocks, the season is changing in an instant or two, autumn seduces her winter, yet they just keep on growing old,

There’s something in the air today, a blessing we often fail to invoke,
Something in the way life twists in an instant, in the moments we let pass us by—and I can feel a change, no trite or subtle change, but a change for all that’s been broke.