falling for Fall

pour a pot of pumpkin spice
plug in the apple-turnover
and snuggle up to gingerbread
I’ll kick orange leaves at you
if you whip up a wind of yellow
crunchy ones and scatter them to the
rain-sprinkled wind.
open the window and let the curtain blow
it’s chilly
but the steam swirling up from my cup
and around your arms as we hug
keeps me summer warm
and always autumn hopeful
falling for Fall,
because when all around is dying
I seem to feel alright.
and you seem to squeeze my hand tighter
on Halloween night.