Untamed Wind

Fingers curled ‘round my mug

Slowly sipping

Savoring

Sweet Chai

Basking in my pleasant

Melancholy
That cozy corner in my mind

Where solitude is more than enough

Company for me

Tonight

Eva Cassidy’s velvety voice

Takes me back

To Autumnal scenes

Where leaves rise and fall

Swishing, swirling smoky spirals

On brick sidewalks, dotted

Romantic Red

Burnt Umber

And Crackling Fire Yellow

Where children in knit sweaters

Skip at dusk

Through alleys

Lit only

By the faint flicker

Of streetlamp's glow

This fall dream

So crisp in my mind

It pulses through my heart

And reminds me

Of simpler days 

Of trick-or-treats and

Pumpkin pies

CVS costumes

And huge leaf piles

Of burning wood smell

That lingers on clothes

And the gloomy grey sky

Just before it snows

Of Thanksgiving meals

Filled with stuffing and grace

A dining room table 
Transformed

To a warm sacred space

Though these fine days are gone

And nostalgia rings true

I’ve given up dwelling

On joys I once knew

Now I’m busy writing pages

Of stories still untold

Turning corners to adventures

Of a life

So Bright and Bold