A hush does wake this early dawn in whispers formed on breathless dreams Sunrise of horizon’s glow through flowing curtains on opaque glass
I sense in the distance, a tingling the air crisp with Fall's spinning a tangible scent of warmth is mulling like hot cider's comfort beside a fire
Crimson and ochre paint the valley in a tapestry of nature’s desire, gently woven in patterns of bliss, collecting thoughts in blue tinted jars
Memories of far away encounters as if captive in snow globes embraces Topsy-turvy recollections and reminisces painted in hues of yesterday's resolve
Secured neatly with plaid and gingham ribbon, set upon the sill amidst cranberry ornaments Reflecting past love and new day wishes, scented by a heart longing for autumn’s sweet kiss
*A gentle sway of a zephyr sweeps my hair I'm reminded of your touch at the nape of my neck a season of whirling calyx in sweet surrender I sigh in this moment, for I wish you were still here