Enter:

Fall.

Smell of burning leaves,
spine-chilled breezes,
with the sun sprinkling down,
its rays upon the ground

Warm drinks
apple cider dreams
and cookies being sampled
at the local orchard

Apples falling down
soured when they hit the ground
and pumpkins
awaiting their annual carve

Witches and ghouls on the prowl
costumes to be worn sooner than later
and the gobbling of turkey with dressings
to boot will be plenty on plates before us
and family surrounds

a warm glow
inside my heart
proverbial but seemingly
more real than physical

love is the transition
and fall...

it's upon us
the wind that hits my face
is the bird of this wisdom

*sighs*