Dog Days of Autumn

The leaves fall and crunch beneath my feet as they do every year. The smells and sights of autumn feel the same but also different somehow. Maybe it is because I lost my passion or maybe myself in these cold autumn days. Perhaps I had no real passion, maybe my passion was built up in my head only to be crushed in the realization that it didn’t exist. It doesn’t matter though. The leaves underneath my feet crunch out of sync and the wind curses me as it frosts my cheeks. What is the point of fighting them back? They are right, my passion never existed but the leaves we so love this time of year do. Pumpkins line homes waiting to die and I understand them, I am them at least on this day. The curses of the wind remind me I am not a pumpkin but a person. Unlike the pumpkin, my purpose can change. Today though, I walk defeated. I lay in the leaves and let them bury me. From this leafy cocoon, let me emerge new.