red & gold leaves, crisp air tell me
autumn is here – they crunch under my feet
smoky smell of a firepit wafts through
the neighborhood, pumpkins on porches,
hot coffee in cold hands – walking in
golden sunlight, slight shiver when
the north wind blows, a football is thrown
high in the air – jump! snatch it!
snatch onto autumn days
they don’t last long
(Photo by Dennis Buchner on Unsplash)
2 thoughts on “Autumn Days (a poem)”
Nicely put, Nick. Winter is not far behind!
It’ll be here before you know it!