when i should be focusing in class

You are reminding me of Autumn, in the way you fill me.
Clouding my thoughts with fog and drizzle and brightest clear sunshine.
All October Ale, brisk breath, tasting winter exiting my mouth

You remind me of rain slicker leaves
That fling themselves toward my windshield.
Damp smell of clothing when we turn the heat up to compensate.

When the air is filling my lungs with frosty sunrise daybreak,
Promises of beauty and cold, defining the shape of my day
Yearning forward and backward. Longing in the clarity of the evening, the crisp crunch of the day.
Nights incline toward winter, but the stars hold reminiscent and we are friends of memory.
This feeling of not quite being. And hushed voices.

You remind me of rain whipped days, full of sparks and building with tension of circumstance
Leaves twirling lover’s dances of grace and death around one another.
Brightly dressed and vibrant, the last thrill of throwing themselves out into nothing.

And your voice comes into my sleep like the heavy overhead spaces,
To keep me from digging out my silks and finery, to help leave my dresses dusty and moth ridden.
Grounded. Leaf storms falling, but I sit watching instead, thoughts leaning towards cacophony.