The cool air of the autumn
reminds me that winter is just ahead.
Already I can see the holiday lights
and feel the inner warmth of the season.
There could be no better reason
to say a prayer for those I love
each night before I go to bed.
The scent of apples in autumn
reminds me of Grandma's house.
I can still smell the cinnamon as the
pumpkin pies baked on Thanksgiving Day.
I can almost taste the turkey and yams.
I remember Grandpa's warm hugs,
and evenings spent by the fire,
warm and snug.
The sound of the rustling leaves in autumn
brings back happy childhood memories
of diving into leaves so carefully raked,
of glittery Halloween costumes,
and jack-o-lanterns ablaze,
of long, yet wonderful, school days,
of chocolate bars, and orange frosted cupcakes.