Poem by Ibby Tarshis

[lyricalechoes]

Fall In Maine
Written by Ibby Tarshis

Fall in Maine
It’s fall and so
we let ourselves fall—
with the leaves
and the temperature.
They’re turning.
But we have our scarves
and vests to hold us and we
can’t be bothered by imperfect
apple crisp, speeding
tickets, and losing ourselves
to MapQuest.
It’s what happens when you get
a little overzealous with your
odometer or your nutmeg.
It’s fall and so
we let ourselves fall—
follow the paths up and
down that mini-mountain,
where we get lost again.
And reach for the reddest
fruit on the tree tips in the
back section of the orchard.
You remember you love
apples, and not just baked in crisps,
when we share one together
on the freezing cold beach
while the orange fall sun brings
our day to a holding close.
It’s fall and so
we let ourselves fall—
closer and closer together.