Autumn has a certain lingering perfume;
a crisp chill that creeps into the air,
holding promises of carnation cheeks,
soul-warming soup, and soft, woolen sweaters.
There's a subtle yet delicious shift in energy,
and a quiet and patient sort of charm.
Stepping outside on that first chilly day,
I can already taste the smoke and pumpkin;
already see the warm hues of gold-laden branches;
already hear the game-day cheers and crackle of dry leaves underfoot....
I can already breathe the scent of autumn.