The sweet buttery flavor of carmel is in the air
The flames of the fire continue to dance along the pathway
inclosed in the case
People scattered in, mostly in,close together.
Their laughter joined together
Yet, some souls
who don’t fear the cool air
instead rejoice upon the day!!!
With my pink gloves
jeans and a sweater
I shall run through the day
Running, and jumping
through piles and piles of glorious leaves
Orange and red, yellow and brown
All together the sound..
CruSh SwiSh CRUncH!
YES! My soul is happy
It is alive.
The racing air of the day
cool and crisp
bites my nose, but fills my lungs
Fils them to the brim, fuels my happiness.
And when the day
becomes the night
the moon shines
and the stars dance
Slowly then shall I go
inside my home, take off my scarf, gloves and jacket
Curl up in a blanket and sip my hot cocoa.