The sun burns hot, and the breeze blows in cool. Days shorten for the long stretches of dark, the richest midnight shades of the year. Stars draw constellations, roadmaps of time and seasons. Chlorophyll deserts the tree armies of leaves. They fall yellow, orange, red, sienna brown, summer stories in their veins, and autumn crisps in their builds.
Water flows an immature trickle in the creek beds abundant with stones. Sage dries on sprawling hillsides. Buckwheat whistles and arid song. An anthem for the season of change. Children read from canvas-bound pages, and apples glisten from desks. New words. Greater numbers. All for the future minds.
Cinnamon dances on palettes and intrigues noses. From steaming ceramic mugs, well-plated dishes, and pies of gourds. Cloves, spice ciders to life. Silver forks battle for last bites.
Corded sweaters, cardigans with mighty buttons, and swathes of wool replace bathing suits and pants of white. Boots trump sandals. Beanies, warm heads and ears, Matterhorn caps of knitting. For every sun-ridden day, there are campfire nights and maple syrup mornings.
Pumpkins stand sentinel on doorsteps, watching faces pass. Once hollow, they glow amber with candle flames. Their seeds are the coveted snack of the autumn.
Caramel apples for September. Candy owns October. The anticipation of turkey waters mouths in November. Corn is for popping, and hot cocoa is for sipping. Autumn welcomes the senses home after summer voyages far and wide. Snuggles on couches and laughter into late nights.
Gold is the sun while strolls through mazes, a pastoral hay labyrinth into the seasonal core. In its 365-day trip around the shining sky orb, earth gifts a time of reflection, harvest, and old things. A time to embrace the world for what it was and what it will become. Autumn is a time for gratitude.