sweet kiss.

by Joanna D.

Fall spills through the open window with a smooth edged coolness. Its sweet kiss brushes across memories of spicy tea by the wood burning fireplace. The promise for orange colored leaves and apple cinnamon scents. Darkened mornings and early nights. Cuddles in hoodies, colorful scarves and sassy, brown, felt hats. Those boots in the corner have a smile to share as they whisper, I know, to the cozy fingerless gloves sitting in the pockets of my down winter jacket.