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
