Soft.
Cool.
Afternoon of the setting sun,
where the colors glowing from the sky
are illuminated in the trees.
Silence.
Peaceful.
Harmony linked by the whisper of the breeze
as it floats through the trees
highlighting
a dog barking,
a car driving,
an airplane softly humming.
Cold.
Yet refreshing.
Keeping you wide awake
and running though the forest
singing.
Even as it prompts you to snuggle closer
under blankets wound tightly and softly around you
drinking hot cocoa with marshmallows.
The spirit of
pumpkins,
apples,
fall.
Autumn by Ancamna


