October Skies

My boots hit heavy
on damp forest trails,  
cedars creak; a husky breeze.  
The cabinís windchimes whisper
Autumn tales,  
aromas dance of cottage pies
and gingered sweets.
The landscape slopes  
towards the sunsetís orange
behind the Maplesí  
structures glean
marigold and mango
tresses; kaleidoscope
upon her leaves.
Our quivering laps drape in  
layered tartan save from
crisp Octoberís hand.
The porch swing whistles  
amid a hum of silence,
plum curtains draw  
oíer wooded land.
It is here we share our
memories, sacred offerings  
beneath Fallís dark skies.
Softness sensed within these
grateful spaces, the
frailty of breath, the  
beauty in life.
Written by ursa
Author's Note
inspired by the gifted Bluevelvete's 'wonderings of a sunset's intent':
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