Fires in the Fall
A poem of autumn comforts
There's a safe place for me
when the leaves change color
and escape their branches.
I find solace when the sun
sends itself to slumber sooner
and the night air kisses our cheeks earlier.
I love the way the air smells,
when fires in the fall
consist of fireplace warmth
and backyard bonfires
when the air grows crisp
like harvest apples.
When orange and black decor
wrap houses
like mummy gauze and gothic giftwrap.
I long for the scent of hay bales
and cider wafting over corn mazes
with disembodied laughter floating in the air.
I'm not afraid in haunted amusements
and monsters masked in morbid mazes,
I'm at home in the scares of Halloween.
In comfort I sleep with the windows cracked open,
wrapped in blankets and the arms of my love,
and the fall air dancing over our dreams.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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