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Fires in the Fall

A poem of autumn comforts

By Josey PickeringPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Fires in the Fall
Photo by Erik Witsoe on Unsplash

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.

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About the Creator

Josey Pickering

Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.

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Outstanding

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