Autumn

It was a soft autumn day in that it was like

the way pants cling to your legs when you move

or the way the breeze greets you

a loving brushstroke to a flush canvas of flesh

The sun was low on the horizon

an early end to the day

a brilliant splurge of color

a final goodbye

The wind rushed up from the churning river

pushing me into the building

throwing me out of the cold

whilst slapping me with it

When I was inside I warmed instantly

the smell of hot cocoa in my nose

the scent of warm skin and clothes

the whistle of the heater in the corner

The kind of autumn day to remember

to sit back on cold winter's eves and recount

to chill you yet warm you all at once

to hold dear for many seasons to come