Quiet except raindrops,
The crackle of fire,
The chair creaks, straining under lazy weight.
Chill, the scent of fall in the air
Colors—orange, red, yellow
Mingle in flight, lighting on fields not yet fallowed by frost.
The world seems to slow,
Hot drink in a hand
The melancholy of fall rain envelops—
Steam in the nose rings the head
Pleasing and at once comforting
In the presence of the seasonal spirits.
