Autumnal

There is a crispness in the air, and a chill in the wind, and an edge to the bright blue sky. Golds and bronzes are starting to emerge from underneath the green, and soon, soon, they will drop.

I am craving pot roast, and mashed potatoes, roasted chicken and fresh-picked apples, and a far-off scent of Christmas cookies. At night I burrow beneath flannels and goose-feathers, and today I wrap myself in layers of knits. Pullovers and cardigans and scarves and mittens come out of closets and storage. We are making plans for pumpkins and candlelight, for costumes and hijinks, for piles of candy and spooky black cats. Soon, we will be giving thanks.

Fall is here.