The fall before Autumn

Newly lit candle filling the sweet cinnamon apple scent like a cozy knit throw throughout the air.

So many sweaters of every shade of fallen leaves fill the wardrobe that is lined on the bottom with pair after pair of boots.

The trees out the window whistle with the breeze seeping through the cracks of the frames.

The leaves of the sidewalk swirl around like the embers of a bonfire flame.

The taste of pumpkin spice coffee warms the soul that is nestled under the plaid scarf that shields it from the brisk wind.

I open my eyes as the beaming sun creeps light into my eyes, drawing me back into the summer reality.

Oh how I cannot wait to fall into Autumn ever so lovingly.