Winds blow through leaves of yellow
Hollow pumpkins stare, eyes aglow, and empty grins.
Long gazes towards golden horizons as the world browns and burnishes around us.
Summer has come and gone,
Autumn rolls in with thunderous storms.
In the greyness of rains, and the orange of cloudless middays,
Your hand blankets mine.
Creating a warmth in a chill of the air,
Waiting for seasons to race by,
These autumn hearts by the crackling fire.
R. A. Douglas October 9, 2013.