Again 
Fall. 
Submerging underneath the changes of the colors. Scents of soil cooling to an inward  state. Inverting greens to browns, while reds shine. Apples. The carbon in our apple pies was made in the interiors of collapsing stars. So, remember traces of being shy, biting into the apple pie..? Sit near me, by the fire, come see my body shine where everything is invisible, because we stand in the midst of a transition..much closer to life. Lets not spend too much time on being shy..Then, lets listen, on the folding edges of transitions...gone into seemingly uneventful innermost.