a rainy autumn day
i enjoy watching the colorful autumn leaves
fall from the boughs of maple and birch.
drifting gently to rest in the puddles
along the pavement-side.
and feeling the crisp, cool breeze, which carries
a scent of wet soil and apple-cinnamon muffins
as it rustles through the branches.
i empathize with the crow, who flutters about clumsily
with a trinket in her beak - something seemingly worthless
to anyone but her.
and the cat, who rests quietly on the windowsill
beside the cooling muffins. their eyes peering out,
at peace in a world of warm colors.
i appreciate the quiet drizzle as i sit with a novel
and a mind free of storm clouds. its healing words
like steam from the cup of tea and honey beside me.
and all the pinned-up polaroids of pumpkins and parks.
smiling, recalling memories of marigolds and music and magic.
i love the season of changing leaves and gay, gentle beauty.
i love it because it reminds me of when i’m with You.