golden slice

golden slice

Growing golden rod autumn spice
A glazed cinnamon pumpkin slice

Crimsons aroma overflows the air
Autumn’s interlude displays painted flair

Snappy cool breezes fill the nights
Soft glowing warmth the day ignites

A blustery wind makes tawny leaves swirl
The harvest’s yield will soon be unfurled

Luscious golden and blazing savory red
Bountiful returns for the juncture ahead

One concluding walk before autumns curtain call
To savor the spice for the finale of fall.


About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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