October makes promises

I woke to a flash of light.  I held still, straining to hear what came after.  I fell back into sleep only to be stirred by the insistent drumming of water.

It was more than the absence of heat that drew me out.  A chill hangs in this shimmering morning, and with it a promise of changes to come.

A poem's fragment wrapped around me echoing my hand around my coffee.

"......It won't stay with you, but you'll remember that it felt like nothing else you've felt or something you've felt that also didn't last. ........." 

Leaves 

       by Lloyd Schwartz