When the air is scented
with the sweetly spiced
notes of autumn, the
nutmeg and cinnamon
concoctions brewed
in coffee shop kitchens.
I know that forever beckons
in the golden connections
where dreams and reality
swirl as one. A dance of magic
unfurling in the cosmic
coffee press, to be poured
into the universal mug
in a steady flow of love.
Topped with the
sweetest sugar dust
and gingerbread crumbs
of hope and trust.
When autumn beckons
the leaves will fall like
a golden prelude to snow.
The air will feel cold but
fires will warm the soul
as we will see the skies ablaze
and the burnt ochre ground
will welcome our toes,
The scent of potatoes
crisping in open fires
will rise to your nose,
and the fall of love
will land at your feet
and never leave.
You will dance together
as the little ghosts and ghouls
feast on the treats handed to them
on all hallows eve.
When autumn beckons
we will, I reckon, find that
love is truly what brings together
communities,
forming connections and unity
as they slay their demons
in the ever-darkening evenings
together.
In autumn's calling
where
the veil of reality
starts falling,
we will be sharing
instead of hoarding.
Giving love instead
of all the anger
that has been flooding.
We can soar higher than
the dawns awning
when the autumn air
welcomes us all in.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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