Thinking of Fall

I sat and I thunk
and I thought and I lurked
and I thunk and I watched
the bird at the church
and I sat on the steps and felt the cold wind
and sung a sly song
and itched my chin
and just sitting here to think
makes me believe
that possibilities
flow with the leaves
when the wind blows
and the leaves swirl about
fall is coming
without a doubt
so imagination is in the trees
brewing and howling
waiting for the
people and places to just leave
so the leaves can fall in the breeze
as I stood up
and watched the leaves dance
swirling around
the ends of my pants
I began to wonder
where to go
waiting for another season
its brings the snow