December Wind on All Hallows’ Eve

There’s a sense of urgency that floats away when you open the door.
The wonder pours in and fills the room.
An October wind pushes the peace around.
The old lady carries her roses.
I could’ve never told you about it in the morning.
This is California at its best.
This is why they chose this place.
This is why our cities stand tall.
This is why we live here.
Breathe easy.
At night it’s the same.
Almost hollow yet sacred.
Real. It’s real.
And I look up tonight and drink in the cold, the wind.
The white moon fits inside our pockets.
It hides behind the flowing clouds.
I can see it peeking through the branches in the tree.
You know what I see: Leaves dancing in the street to an album beat.