Poetry break

We finally got our first fall front -- so it actually feels like fall outside! Bring on the sweaters and soups and hot drinks! For your autumn entertainment, here's a (not great) poem about fall in Houston, written a few days BEFORE the temperatures dropped.

Seasons still change

by Amanda Waters

On our street
Fall enters
in its own way.

Not through the air.
Not through a wardrobe change.

Fall enters on the rays of the sun
as the light
shifts.

The days get sleepy.
Summer's party closes down
making room for
cozy light.

Cozy light
gives our weary bodies and minds
a new mood
a new season.

A chance for
reflection
restoration.

On our street
Fall enters
in its own way.