Day 125 - Ode to Fall

I can feel your chilly arms descend on this landscape. You hug the hills, and they blush brick red and orange. Your cool breath snuggles in the earth, becomes the dark brown bones of the trees. The night is a thick descent.

You've so confidently replaced Summer. You belong here, and you've got no use for long good-byes. In one day, you release her into the atmosphere. There's no trace of her long blond hair, light and shining.

O, but you're so dark and delicious. You like all things insular. Introspective. You're complicated and moody. Despite your coolness, I've always loved you...

When you're near, I become more like you. I fold into myself.

It's here where I find your warm body. Your best part.

You are cozy personified. Your comfort is the color yellow, like the inside of the house where the fire shadows slowdance on the walls. I wrap myself in layers of cable-knit, wool, and tweed.

You make me love blankets and couches, herbal teas and soup. I've never loved steamy mugs of chocolate and milk so much, 'cept when you're around. Even the cats relax for you.

O, to breathe you. You smell like dropped leaves, a crisp earthen ash. How I've missed you...

On Sunday, my lover and I went to see you. There you were, in the park. You were on the ground and in the trees and all around. You're so subtle here, but I see you. You're the silent ducks in the lake, the chilled mountains--you're the clipped air.

You gave us such brilliant dreams. We dreamt our children running against your muted sun. We saw them tumble in and out of the house we'll buy for them--hats and scarfs forgotten. Over the colored hills we fumble after them, my warm palm pressed to his warm palm.