Dusk on Fall

Dusk on Fall
Drapes the sky in ember hush;
Wandering winds whisper secrets to the cooling earth.
Fruits, flowers, and leaves — all ready to fall with the fall,
As cider’s sweet breath and pumpkin pie dreams
Float like gold in the gathering dusk.

Shorts and skirts set to hibernate;
Fleece and wool take their place,
Welcoming the holidays — oh, what fun!
Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year.
Letting go the warmth, embracing the chill,
Weaving comfort with family and friends.

Beanies cover my greying hair,
Jackets hide the little pot belly.
Only my beaming face remains —
The one the world can see now.
I love this part of the year —
No tissues to wipe my sweat,
No sunscreen, no tans,
Just me and my cozy cheer.

The sun sets early — no need for blinding curtains;
Keep them open.

Lying beneath the cozy comforter,
I gaze at the sky, the stars, and the moon.
Clouds moving slowly across the darkening horizon.

I whisper —
Welcome, winter.