the city has quietly retreated indoors

Suddenly it is fall. Crisp air has me breathing deeper and walking farther. I get excited to turn the oven on in the morning. Sun puddles become precious warmth. Memories feel sharper in the fall -- surreptitiously smoking seed pods on family walks growing up. Running barefoot through the leaves my grandfather raked into piles. Walking through the craft fair with hall mates. Driving along the edge of the mountain looking out over miles of crisp color. Picnics under hay bales.


Now here is a new collage of memories to add, this time in bustling farmers' markets celebrating the return of apples, Suddenly realizing that the tree outside is edged with fire. Unconsciously watching and waiting for pine boughs to appear in shop windows.