AUTUMN GRIPS ME like no other season.
She draws me into fields drying in russet shades,
to maples flaming red,
to the aged scent of earth and fire,
to the hope of a farmer
and the end of the growing season.
Days of cobalt blue skies or pressing grey give way to evenings that welcome the flicker of candles, apple crisp warm from the oven, sweaters pulled on.
These days, as my flip flops crunch upon fallen leaves, I long to hold on to Autumn, to yank her away from Winter’s pull.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling