Autumn Days (a poem)

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)

  1. Nick Pipitone November 8, 2020 / 6:11 pm

    It’ll be here before you know it!

    Like

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