My birthday, Sept. 23, is officially the first day of fall. I love the fall, with its winds and coolness. Here in Monroe, Louisiana, the weather vacillates between hot and what should be fall weather, but at least we’re past the 100 degree days. Fall is a meditative season for me. I always write a fall poem, but for the past few years it’s been written while waiting on a college class. Since I’m no longer teaching at a college, I’ve got to make other arrangments for that annual poem. Today was supposed to be cool, but it’s not. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have the weather I need to write that poem.