My favorite time of year.
When you can smell the spice.
Floating through the cinnamon breeze.
Warm toned leaves
Of gold, auburn, and amber
Shivering slightly
From wind’s teasing bite.
Every night is filled
With bonfires and marshmallows.
With foggy mornings and
Supernatural beings.
Sunsets filling the sky
With a painter’s hand
Of pinks, oranges, and blue.
Fading into darkness,
Lady of the Night’s realm.
Where magic fills the twilight
And remembrance revives
Dead loved ones.
A kiss from Eurus
His fingers tousling my hair,
And I’m back in my favorite season.
The season of pumpkins
And time of spooks.
Author: Sheena Arzola
Cowley Student
Fall Contest 2021
