The brisk air sets on moist and grassy sheets
Of lawn that’s covered, colors on colors and hues
Reminding me that back home the warm feast
Awaits the family. Pumpkins as well as
Squished squashes align wet and foggy stoops,
And white smoke billows against darkening
Autumn skies. Slick streets littered with the branches
Of looming trees that lack their leaves once again.
The sidewalk walkers decline as the season
Still marches on with time. The temperature
Will fall as summer will proceed to fall.