My Autumn - This Autumn

Never have I seen an Autumn made just for me,
breathtaking, feral, and completely present...
This Autumn, my autumn
is the cinnamon stick balanced on a chipped mug of steaming cider
wrapped in the soft indulgence of a rich red velvet wrap
and the crisp sound of the first bite of an autumn apple
My Autumn, this autumn
is the tight dry burst of a dark malbec with a taste of the soil of Bordeaux
the show of dry wood burning and taking sparks to the heavens
and a lover's soft warm whisper on my ear
This Autumn, my autumn
takes the pastel buds of spring, the green of summer, and sets both to flame with color
completely vane - it applauds itself each time the wind passes through
and should your feet find the leaves, colored, ready - you are told - I Am Autumn
My Autumn, this autumn
is the four legged romp through morning dew and piles of color collected
a technicolor cornucopia of smells and sounds
tail wagging, nose pointing, ears up and ready to find - more and more...
This Autumn, my autumn
knows the breathy sound of Nina Simone piped to my ears as I wander
rightly placing my steps forward
crooning to the land, to my heart, to my knowing - keep going
My Autumn, this autumn -
is the worn smell of a good book - the sound of a page turning
and the next chance for a new beginning - the world sleeping and waking again
How lovely you are - my autumn.