Poetry ~ October

Meet me in October
at the coffee house on Maple Drive
where leaves of every color
make autumn come alive!

We'll sip pumpkin spiced lattes,
and snuggle by the fire,
reminisce and gossip
of how fast a year goes by!

And when our cups are empty,
I'll slip a kiss upon your cheek
and watch you fade into the autumn mist
until again we meet.

Poetry ~ September


Red, yellow, orange, and gold

September’s colorful foliage fills my soul

awakened by chilly mornings as leaves rustle about

blanketing the forest where new shoots will sprout

this is my season ~ September, October, November

the Autumn of life warmed by a crackling fire’s embers

come, let’s sit for a spell, and tell our favorite stories

taking comfort as September shares her glory