A fall poem
Driving home on ribbon roads,
with trees in glorious color,
leaves like bonfires amongst twining branches
reaching up and up
into
lavender skies with a darkening, lacy shawl of blue-
plump deer peeking up from a yard's edge,
feasting on the final flowers.
Arriving home,
with cottage windows comfortably alight,
stepping into wood smoke scented crisp air
and onto crunchy leaves-
which swirl up as I kick them
(for a moment, five again)
I smile-
knowing inside is warmth,
laughter waiting to be birthed,
and hot chocolate to be shared amongst love's hearth.
with trees in glorious color,
leaves like bonfires amongst twining branches
reaching up and up
into
lavender skies with a darkening, lacy shawl of blue-
plump deer peeking up from a yard's edge,
feasting on the final flowers.
Arriving home,
with cottage windows comfortably alight,
stepping into wood smoke scented crisp air
and onto crunchy leaves-
which swirl up as I kick them
(for a moment, five again)
I smile-
knowing inside is warmth,
laughter waiting to be birthed,
and hot chocolate to be shared amongst love's hearth.
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