thomasunderlandaily

I make up the bed,

open the blinds to the sun,

and put the dreams away.

The hum of life whispers outside.

Autumn has come silently in the night.
 Its odors drift on the morning air.

Something about that smell,

from the beginning of time until the end,

a certain earthy allure.

People move a little slower, calm,

their steps lighter, reverential.

Autumn brings with it secrets,

as the earth in all its vibrance,

blazes up in splendor and bounty. 

Soon the quiet winter will come,

but for now we revel in life.