Fall

And every year there is a brief, startling moment

When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and

Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless

Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:

It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;

It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

- Edward Hirsch, closing lines to “Fall,” The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems, 1975-2010