Autumn Crisp

The hope of cooler weather.

Nights on the porch with a sweatshirt on.

Glorious afternoon sun whose warmth feels like an invitation.

Hello Autumn.

So good to see you.

Yellow flowers gathered by the armloads from the field out front.

Warm glow of a campfire.

Snuggling under the covers in the early a.m. with a couple of sweet intruders.

Apple picking and apple eating and apple baking and all things apple.

Oh Autumn –

you must know that I love you.

Bringing the outside in.

Windows still open.

It smells different.  Better.  

Can you hug a season?

Pumpkins and the smell of cinnamon and holding a warm beverage in your hands because it just feels cozy.

Dear Autumn,

We’ve always been kindreds.