A little poetry...

Leaf glitter flung,

Ready for the autumn dance,

Twirling, swirling, 

Rest.

Woodsmoke-marinated rain,

Symphony of puddle splash,

Sweatered days,

Umbrella’d haven.

Safe.

Orange globes stand sentinel,

Ghoulish grimaces of mischief.

Mittens hug hands, hug souls,

Fun.

Hearth fire clears its throat,

Ready to fling balm of crackle and snap to thirsty ears,

Anchor.

Air spiced and seasoned,

Carrying all the colors of longing,

The whisper of places hoped for,

Joy.