Ode To Autumn

Colored leaves dancing like spirits among
the treetops and swirling through
the air
huddled under warm hoodies
pulled tight around me
slim jeans worn and faded
pumpkin
spice coffee on cold mornings
and that smell of the crisp air
before you slumber and
after the sun awakens you
the smell of rain on
trampled and damp leaves
leaving you breathless
the whispers of ghosts and demonic
beings and the
fear in teenagers eyes as their
imagination takes control
the salivating tongues of kids so
desperate for their candy
and the colored leaves
dancing into our
rituals