Leaning back.
Reclined.
Eyes closed—
relaxed.

Windows open,
cool air infiltrating,
a chill blanketing my face.
I inhale
slow.

My children
playing around me.
Jumping, running, shrieking, laughing.

The smell of supper
seeping from room next,
carried upon wave of warmth—
apple pie, potatoes and roast.

It has arrived—
Autumn.
Recognized by moment,
not by...
date.

Recline.
Relax.
Anticipate.

Make it last,
beg fleeting seconds to...
stay, pray that they
listen.

Bask blindly,
in,
the,
moment.