Dear Autumn,

I am glad to have born in a world where there are autumns. You come like a long lost friend, warmth in your embrace and a slight bitterness on your tongue. You whisper to the leaves, before you arrive, to dress in their best, you ask the winds to whip out their whistling symphonies and carry out their majestic orchestra. And when you arrive, everything falls to its knees. Falling doesn't seem bitter anymore. It feels like love - it makes sense why we fall in love.

I am feeling the fall in the air now. The sun has grown soft on us, creating pools of honey on every dreamy eye it catches. The wind is whipping us lazy bastards and reminding us that summer is gone. The leaves are beautiful and bold - wearing their rage in their reds and their pride in their golds. It feels as if poems are tenderly clinging to the naked branches, waiting to fall on the page of the soil, to rewrite poetry on every plant, every human being that breathes.

You, my Autumn, feel like a sad song sometimes. A song I used to hear when I was young, silly and in love. A song I used to hear when I knew not of the cruel the world carries. A song I know so well that it hurts. You taste like sunburn leaves, an empty goodbye and an unsaid apology. You remind me of the places which could have held me, but never did, of people who said they left for good but whose leaving never did any. Should I be even blaming you for all the sadness that is stuck at all the wrong places in my heart? Tell me then who I should be blaming. I try to forget your addicting scent, your soft hum; but one never forgets their first love. Who could know it better than you, the one who still wears Summer on its spine while Winter has been holding your hand already?

But, hold on. Hold on a li'l longer, like the weak leaves clinging to their home before they set out flying. Although you are a sad song, you are my favourite. Not because you listen to me every time you come, but because you come. Every. Single. Time. You go, but you never leave. You bring pain, but you teach me how to let it go. You tell me it's okay to fall sometimes, that we cannot rise if we wouldn't be falling.

Maybe you would remain a long lost friend always, a bittersweet memory etched, someone I'd try to hold but miss always. But you, my dear Autumn, we can love people even when they don't belong to us. We can always love, no matter what, no matter who. We can always love.

Love,

Someone.

Author's note:

Hello, autumn!
Autumn is my favourite season, apart from rainy season. It's such a nostalgic transition, not only in the world around us but also in our very own minds. I wrote this piece in 2018, but I completed it by November and autumn was officially gone. So, I never got to publish it. I waited for an entire year to publish it, which is very unlikely of me as I'm this person who publishes everything the moment I finish writing it. This piece is very close to my heart, something I'm really proud of. I come back to it whenever I feel doubtful of myself to remind myself of the beautiful things I could create.
Also, this year, in October, something great is gonna happen! :') So, maybe, I'll be remembering autumn for a little more reason than I already do.