i think i talked myself into thinking the time change would be nice.
i told myself that it would be lighter in the morning.

but now its getting dark
and its not even 5pm.

fall also contains the smells
of smoke from random fires,

especially on drives through the countryside.

oh, sweet north carolina,
look what you've done to me.
i'm always the fool,
sticking with you.

all the colored leaves,
coming from summer's green.

the wind blows;
the leaves rustle.