Autumn Settles into My Veins

Autumn settles into my veins/the smell of bonfires and burning leaves filling my lungs/the scent twirling through my bronchi/multi-hued leaves in oranges, reds, yellows dance around my legs/and brush against my arms/twisted in my hair/early morning fog draped over everything like a sheet/the slight, chilly damp pressed against my skin/and long, crooked shadows moving eerily, shifting ominously in the wind/the night sky clear most nights/the stars crips against the deep indigo/almost like the sodium glare has disappeared/and the cold air presses against me/until I bundle up in a warm sweater/my fingers warmed by hot cocoa/a fire burning in the fireplace/flickering white, yellow, blue/the light dancing against the brickwork/fingers grazing over pumpkins/nails scratching over the texture/feeling for the remnants of the souls left over beneath their skin/picking apples at an orchard/my feet sinking into the dirt and grass/brushing leaves away to pull apples from branches/grazing the rough bark/enjoying the fleeting, short days/watching the sun set behind the horizon/thin clouds cutting across the bright yellow orb/the sky strangely bluer than in summer

Autumn settles into my veins/pumpkin covered hands/cider and cocoa running in my veins/nutty and bonfire scented air in my lungs/with autumn leaves tangled in my hair/bark under my nails/early morning mist draped over my shoulders/fading stars dancing into constellations on my skin/and I settle into the season with joy