Fall

Favored amongst the seasons, With spring at the hip. A time when leaves fall, Of new beginnings And new seeds. Neither too cold, Nor too hot, Wearing my favorite clothes Without overheating, Without freezing. To fall into habit, To fall out of habit. To fall in and out of love, Though unfamiliar to one. However much I ponder, I wonder simply, When will I fall into bed? -A poem by a bored nobody.