First Of Fall

First of Fall-
A cozy feeling of desire for cocoa in pumpkin mugs.
Brushes up against my skin with a flush of desire.

Though it be 100 degrees still.
Just a feeling.

First of Fall-
Am out walking.
Strange-the leave are casting golden shadows.
A flash of crimson here and there amongst the green.
Is that orange?

First of Fall-
Orange reminds me of pumpkins and pies.
Suddenly I see round cylindrical objects at the market. I think of hay rides to come..
My heart is filled with desires of baking.
Pumpkin this and pumpkin that.

First of Fall-
Now when out walking I wear a sweater.
Nuts crunch under my feet and I see a squirrel scurry away with these same objects to hide away.
For the famine days ahead..

Autumn come in... In full splendor-
Baking, Hot spiced cider, Rain pelting-pouring on the tin roof.
Sweatshirts and hats. Thoughts turn to Thanksgiving.
The clock FALLS back. Now long evenings to do crafts....

End of Fall is near-
Waiting for Winter and thoughts turn to Christmas and a New beginning
Of a New Year.