I pull on a sweater & socks each morning,
for days that start cool and foggy,
barely blue by ten,
golden by noon.
The horse trail fills up with leaves
that crackle under my feet.
I kick through them as I walk, and it makes me smile.
Soon my breath will bring little clouds of mist,
and skies will fill with the sound of Canada geese
arriving for winter.
The days will stay cool but bright,
the nights dark and full of stars.
Winter is coming soon,
but for a few short weeks, it's autumn,
and my favorite time of year.