They raked leaves in the ditch,
the smell of burning leaves seeps
into the bottom of my helmet
and I take a big whiff with hopes
that the smell will linger

Around the next bend the leaves rustle
to the shoulder as if they know it we are
coming, they yellow and orange canopy
is fading and so is our time to escape

The sun warms our backs and it feels
like cheating nature
But we know the end of the day is
chasing us like we chase the winding road

The sun starts to say goodbye and the
chill bumps tell us it’s time to go home
and I take one last big sniff capturing
Fall’s last stand and our hopes that
the tempting of winter is still so far far away