Autumn’s Welcome
The autumn breeze caresses my skin,
Reminding me of the memories we’ve had within.
The fading months, one by one,
Announcing that fall has just begun.
The season of family and the celebration of life,
Reminding us all we have everything to suffice.
The festivities of laughter turn to blurs,
Harmonizing with the chatter and symphony of birds.
With pumpkin and spices as the prominent pair,
Nothing can compete with the tart and tangy cider wafting in the air.
Autumn’s promise of crisp wind and chaste leaves,
Scatter in me the seeds, of a thousand saplings.
Withering leaves, turn orange and brown,
dancing in the sky before floating down.
To the glass of dew settled on the ground,
Mimicking the faces of droplets beginning to drown.
The melancholy ending of the harvest stacks,
Is replaced by the cascading sound of raindrops.
The sun still smiles, but weakly now,
As though enchanted by Autumn’s spell.
Under the October twilight sky and the misty fog,
Sits the longing for a cozy fireplace with burning logs.
The pungent odour of burning embers,
With aromas of hickory drifting until late November.
As the smoke dances up, like a murder of crows on the fly.
Yet, it always leaves an echo in the tender char of the morning sky.
– Sophie Wilson