How I Make Sense of You
As summer comes to a close,
I welcome your warming colors of
reds, yellows, oranges, and browns
as I watch leaves calmly frolic in the breeze.
The wonderful scent of freshly baked
apple pie is creeping from the kitchen.
Chimney smoke fills my nose as I pass by
families trying to stay warm.
Warm apple cider dances on my taste buds
as I eagerly anticipate the
Thanksgiving feast Mom is fixing, complete with
succulent turkey and creamy mashed potatoes.
I pull my scarf tighter to escape
from your brisk wind as I
roll through your crunchy leaves,
giggling, as if I’m 5 years old again.
Because of you, I hear the frequent
sound of zippers going up and down, and up and down.
The sound of my brother chomping into
a candied apple echoes from the living room.
Ahhh, these are the beauties of the season.
And that is how I make sense of you.
-Chelsea Gose
