Fall

The maple trees outside full of honey colored leaves with thick, tan branches dangling by a thread like an old woman’s brittle fingers
Yellow and orange leaves are blowing through the wind, getting dragged across the neighborhood, house to house
Freshly carved jack-o’-lanterns light up the doorstep on this eve
Here I sit, huddled up in my recliner with a horror film playing on the TV
A cup of hot cocoa rests in my hands as I take a sip from it, burning my mouth from the hot temperature
I inhale the sweet aroma of pumpkin spice
and cinnamon from my newly lit candles sitting on top of my bookcase
Fall has arrived