Burnt
orange, crimson red, chestnut brown, and lemon yellow
hang
from soon to be barren trees
White-gray
clouds billow from chimneys
Gaseous,
white puffs of breath escape with each exhale
Stillness.
The season
silences the chirping birds and
Sends
rabbits scurrying to their refuge under naked shrubbery
The
cold, rough leather sphere stings as I catch my cousin’s pass
Barbecue
beckons us indoors to Auntie’s kitchen
Sweet,
smoky, savory chicken, ribs, and sausages
Steaming
hot chocolate with melting mini-marshmallows
Warms
chilled and numb hands.
Nutmeg,
cinnamon, ginger and hazelnut season the traditional mud pie
Oak
and maple logs burn in the weathered fireplace
Orange,
red, brown, and yellow
On
soon to be barren trees
Dry,
fallen leaves crunch beneath my feet.
25 September 2011
Stephanie L. P. De los Santos
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