Autumnal Harvest

I see the world through an amber filter,

Painting the sky orange.

The leaves bid their last farewell,

Birds sing their year’s last song.

The air turns crisp,

Waffle knit sweaters stacked with denim,

Saturated with pumpkin and apple cider hues.

People gather together,

Reaping the harvest of this year’s past,

Preparing for what’s to come.

-Ellie LaGrange