This couch has taken hold
And I look to the window
Unsure of what’s on
The other side.

Sure the leaves are falling,
Their slow decent
Creating a colorful mess
That could easily be a painter’s drop cloth.

I’m certain of autumn’s carrying on,
But what other adventures are to be had?
Will soccer be amazing?
Is Wegman’s open yet?

I suppose I won’t know
Unless I get off my belly
And get out
To all those falling leaves.