Autumn speaks in whispers,
The rustle of leaves on the wind,
The quiet staccato laughter of a fire,
The sibilant slip of wind around a corner.
Autumn smells of spices,
Fragrant logs glowing in the hearth,
Pumpkin pies baking in the oven,
Aromatic soup simmering on the stove.
Autumn looks like an artist,
Painting trees with reds and golds
Then dropping leaves to elegant mosaics on the ground,
And cotton candy sculptures dotting the heavens with fairy tale creatures.
Autumn tastes like gingerbread,
Cloves and cinnamon,
Molasses and brown sugar,
Butter and sugary frostings to draw cookie-man features.
Autumn feels like adventure,
The crunch of red and gold leaves under foot,
The mystery of early morning mist,
The brisk, cool breeze carrying secrets through the sky.
Autumn holds a promise
Of season’s bounty harvested for winter’s meals,
Family gatherings warming hearts and spirits,
Summer coming again next year.