Saturday, October 3, 2009

Poem after a bikeride!

I could tell on my bicycle ride today.
A sweet smell of fermenting leaves in fall puddles.
Forest paths swelling with mud.
The greens transforming to vibrant crimson, amber and gold.
Clove & pumpkin filled sepia toned memories.
Morning mists.
Heavy dew.
Cool winds.
4 am showers.
Wool sweaters
Dusting of snow.
Down filled vests.
Orange toques & Sunday drives.
Big family dinners.
Warm homes
Welcome back, Fall
My old friend.

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