Burning away the Fall

"Soon you will feel well again",
The wind has been carrying on this message for weeks.
They all pack their bags and plan their trips
to far off, sunny places.
Beside every bed side is a pair of gloves.
But they have yet to be used.
The New Jersey air is thick with deception,
demonstrating the way of the people,
and how they are never reliable.

The air hangs warm around them,
weighing them down and smothering the town.
And like a bad sign, everyone notices, but no one speaks.
They are waiting for this all to pass.
The sky threatens to rain, as the sun hides behind the clouds, still able to be felt
As if this is some kind of game.

Dejectedly, the townspeople strip off their layers.
The summers gone but the sun is here to stay,
Floridas sunshine doesnt seem to appealing anymore.
The gloves go back into hiding and the bags are out of sight.

Like snowmen, the sun melts away at everyones flesh.
Until they are reduced to puddles of what they once were.
The sun burns away the fall,
and sets fire to the dead leaves on the ground.
The town goes down in flames and a blaze of reds and yellows.
And quickly the wind dies down as if afraid to say
"i was wrong".