Sense Of Fall

I see them, the colors, as they change

The colors of twilight paint the sky's canvas

Blurry sun rays peaking through a cloud curtain

Leaves; crimson, gold, amber, their rustling dances.

I hear them, the merry birds of Fall,

The wind as it blows through crispy leaves,

The leaves crackling a fiery sound,

And the sweet silence of Fall eves.

I smell the rich smells of caramel brulee,

The pungent apple cider incense,

The rustic odor of flora and fauna,

And the perfume of creative romance.

I taste the feasts of a thankful Fall table,

Indulge in iconic, scrumptious flavors,

Pumpkin, toffee, butternut, and caramel,

And relish the bounty of God's favors.

I feel the caress of the chilly breeze,

My cozy, comfy writer's den,

The heat of a steaming mug of Chai,

And the bouts of creativity every now and then.

Prompt Day 30: Sensitivity