Analysis of Autumn Always

This brittle air rattles throughout my chest,
Pumping new blood to my fingers,
This is not the rich, red blood that flows
Thickly in the summer months,
It is the blood of blue that sticks in my veins
And pulses a bit slower.

I am changed in this dry, new world
Gone are the humid anticipations of June
Now replaced with withering thoughts of November
These thoughts litter the ground just as the autumn colors do
Lush, overripe fruit has fallen to the freezing earth,
To meld with the blanket of
Fiery ember leaves

This is the time where the earth
Stands still
No birth, yet no death,
Only a standstill in time, a threshold from
One life to another.

This threshold compels me,
So much so,
That I will forever be,
Autumn Always