The sudden cool of morning brushes skin,
Air scented thick with ripened apples mulls,
Piquantly spiced with nutmeg, cinnamon,
A breeze, a whoosh of fallen leaves, then lulls.
Perhaps still green, remains a supple leaf.
As maple bursts in orange-red, umbered oak,
And aspen’s deepest gold, explode! In brief
Calliopes of color: Nature’s cloak.
Surrounded by the changing atmosphere,
Imbibed in richly, flavored, shades of earth,
Awash in subtle, brilliant, bracing air,
My senses wake! I breathe autumnal birth.
Outside grows cold as inside’s glow ignites,
With Fall’s imbued sensorial delights.