Treasure Island

Julie A Smith

(Illinois)

Fall


Salted Caramel Mocha at Starbucks.
Gorgeous hues of reds and golds of the fall leaves.
A crispness in the air.
Perfect temperatures.

Football.
Fall fashion boots.
The presidential election.
Halloween is almost here
and Thanksgiving is looming on the horizon.

Daylight savings time.
Fall walks.
Cocoa and hot cider.
Jumping in leave piles.
Time to put away swimsuits and flip-flops.

Winter will come
With icy roads and sidewalks
Snow and bone cold.
But for now
I think of Fall
And that makes me
Happy.

Submitted: Sunday, October 28, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 29, 2012
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