October Skies

My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,  
cedars creak; a husky breeze.  
The cabin’s windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,  
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
 
The landscape slopes  
towards the sunset’s orange
behind the Maples’  
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
 
Our quivering laps drape in  
layered tartan save from
crisp October’s hand.
The porch swing whistles  
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw  
o’er wooded land.
 
It is here we share our
memories, sacred offerings  
beneath Fall’s dark skies.
Softness sensed within these
grateful spaces, the
frailty of breath, the  
beauty in life.