I long for the day

When I can be captivated

By a chilly breeze

And a cold nose

When the comfort and warmth

Of your home is inviting

I'm waiting for the day

To be bundled up

In socks and tennis shoes

In jeans and a skin felt sweater

The fabric all the way to your palms

Covering the neck from the cold

And letting my long brown hair

Flow around my ears to keep me warm

Not looking forward to the snow necessarily

But the occasional wind to blow the dead leaves

I'm looking forward to the colors

The brown, yellow, red and orange

When hoods are pulled over your head

And gloves are worn for frozen fingers

When warm drinks are soothing

And the thought of blankets aren't nauseating.

I love the memories and the laughter

The warm hugs and kisses

Dark clouds and occasional rain storms

The smell of wet leaves in the air

Pumpkins and the hay stacks

Holidays and sweet candies

I desire the season of Fall.