Autumn

As the chilly breeze grazes my cheeks,
The leaves crunch under my feet,
The air smells of leaves and trees and woodenness,
The array of oranges, ambers and browns dazzling.

The evenings draw in sooner,
Some days with glorious sunsets, others with no announcement.
Smelling of wood burning and crisp, fresh air,
The nights make their presence known,
Bringing biting gusts of wind and the rain showers we’d all but forgotten in the long summer days.

It is trees that are becoming mere shadows of their former selves,
It is bonfires, pumpkins and the earthy root vegetables that find their way,
Back to our rediscovered, heartwarming soups and slow roasted recipes.

It is blasts of cold, downpours of rain, the reemergence of scarves, hats and gloves,
It is the whiff of freshness, the hint of hot cocoa, the fragrance of mulled wine,
It is the glimpse of a squirrel, scurrying along with its precious acorn nearly camouflaged in the rich palette of gold, yellowish, sandy brown foliage, insatiable to the eyes.

It is at first subtle and slow,
It is suddenly with an amber flash of a windy blast,
Autumn.