You crept in quietly till one morning I awoke to the brilliance of your leaves and later walked in the nervous excitement of your brisk evenings. A lusty season you are – full of rich colors, scents, tastes and events – and yet, with bitterness I realize that your magnificence is an ominous prelude to harsh winter. In majesty you hail in change, but in a moment your glory will be gone. In your stead dead leaves, wilted flowers will crunch icily beneath my feet. Grey skies will reign. It could be a siren song, but even in your omen of things to come – you are lovely, and I welcome you with open, hedonist arms. If I must face this winter, first I will taste all of your charms.
[[here’s to: scarves…and flowers for mama!]]