The smell of warm apple cider and cinnamon wafts by
Carried on the crisp wings of changing winds
Mighty branches succumb to the powers of the sun
Morphing the leaves into burnished bronze hues
Before there reluctant release
Pumpkins and scarecrows adorn many windows
Inviting ghouls and goblins to enter for treats
Short days make way for long nights
Fireplaces blazing with logs singing and crackling
Warming the noses and toes of friends and lovers
While they enjoy the taste and smell of warm apple cider