Elise Skidmore

The sun rose bright and golden,
sparkling through leaves 
that only yesterday were summer's green,
but now were a rainbow 
of autumn's reds, yellow, orange, and brown.
I caught a breath of fall
as I crunched through fallen leaves,
and a chill breeze kissed my cheek.
It's time to pull out the sweaters
and recipes for soup and stews;
time to curl up in a chair
with a comfy blanket, 
and fall into a good book.
Before too long there 
will be family gatherings
filled with love, good food,
and high hopes for the future. 
But for now I am content
to watch the leaves drifting down
and squirrels dancing 
through beams of sunlight.

~Elise Skidmore ©2023