Autumn is for quiet days
With headphones in, acoustic afternoons
With a note for each leaf that flutters from the trees,
For sweaters that comfort from the chilled winds,
For slow sips of warm tea
With hints of orange and nutmeg.
Autumn is for long poems
With mesmerizing images and shimmering words,
For dusty sunbeams
That flicker between golden trees,
For the contrast of gray mornings
And bright leaves.