awakening to autumn

The fall air whisps through the window
Waking up to wrinkly sheets
Groggy smiles and 5-minutes-more
17-year-old me wouldn't believe
That we made it this far
She's still a raw edge inside
The wide-open wondering
Of what's to come
The self-fulfilling prophecies
That she doesn't belong
Waiting for life to happen
When it's already begun
If she could see us now
The overflowing love
Swirling with crimson leaves
Something given and received
Constant every day
But ebbing and flowing with the breeze
Buoying above it all
When I see it through her eyes
I light up all over again