Sonnet No. 85

[October 26^th, 2013 – 10:16 am]

Around me, baking apples scent the house,

While outside, burning leaves smoke in the clear –

And the season to my mood is like spouse,

For autumn is a cozy time of year.

But, now with you, my bundled warmth I'll share,

And chilled fingers will soon be warmed by yours,

As hand-in-hand we will walk anywhere

The bracing wind wends our steps out-of-doors.

The smoldering leaves and sight of orange pumpkin

Takes me back to the joys of childhood,

And in my languor boots adrenaline

In a way that nothing ever could.