Image: We Heart It

Image: We Heart It

Autumn Evenings

At twilight there is a

Crispness to the air

Not only does it

feel different on her skin,

but the air has that

taste of fall…an

Earthiness reserved for only

this time of  year

Wafting through the leaves…

The scent of smoke…

Someone is burning leaves

Another smell…different…

the smell of wood smoke

as the first fire of the

Season is being lit

in the comfort of home

Many nights to come

before the World turns

Cold and evening walks

are packed away like

Summer clothing

Autumn Evenings…

Soft…

Gentle…

Comforting her as she

turns the corner for home.

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

The desire to write grows with writing.     ~Desiderius Erasmus~