I catch the air of fall

Snowflakes caught by tongues

and wrinkled nose

I catch the air of fall

in the depths

Smells of dew soaked shrubs

and flowers

Surf tossed sea weed lines,

the hard packed shore

Steps outlined like crime scene

plaster of Paris

Dogs running chasing the elusive

sparking sunlight

Umbrella gusted fly away

lovers left long ago

Crusted lining in gloves

not easily let go

Nob Hill lights forgo

yester tomorrows

I catch the air of fall

in the depths