It's not a place on a map
but it's somewhere you go
Just after the beaches
and before the snow
A world of wild wonder
where the fireflies rest
And the leaves pile under
as trees are getting undressed
The bluest of skies, thinning
as clouds flitter softly, like birds
Gathering together in flocks, beginning
their dance, as cooler seasons return
The scent of magic in the air
as the landscape starts changing
The flashing lights of the fairs
like an artist whose painting
Dappled trees, rainbow blends
and the breezes are cooler
Determined dreamers pretend
the daylight hours are not getting fewer
Glassy lakes, harvest moons
a subtle change in the weather
Friendly faced jack O lanterns
and the warm hug of a sweater
Apple trees share their feast
with fresh baked pies and some cider
Tipsy bees begging please
as those apples get riper
A different world it seems
as the pace begins getting slower
The evenings saunter with ease
as the sun starts sinking lower
No, it's not anywhere on a map
but you know, we've all been there
That welcoming gap
where peace floats like leaves in the air
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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