Fall is in the Mind of the Beholder

Drawn to the season that lingers in the air,

that is temperate and fair to my locks of hair.

Drawn to the season that inspires many a lovely smell,

as the breezy leaves whisper their secrets they tend to tell.

Campfire jokes and riddles ring through the eaves,

old lovers dance and flicker in the fire, such as each one perceives.

The comforting warmth brings to remembrance other seasons of life,

less happy ruminations, traumatic times, filled with strife.

Replacing these less favorable thoughts by being grounded in the moment,

desiring connection to those close by, thus enjoying such endowment.

Pumpkin pie baking inside,

there is nothing like a friend in whom to confide.

Fingers no longer brittle because they are held fast,

why can't we just freeze time as we enjoy the warmth of this delectable repast?