Beautiful Dust

Fall

Warmth and radiance
Toned in reds and oranges.
Patterned with leaves and bonfires.

Coming home
To family and apple pies

Hidden storefronts
Clutching stories that smell of cigars and secrets

Friends
Cocooned in scarves and sweaters;
The colors echoing the dying world.

Trees stained in gold
And the gray mists
Mirrored by the sighing clouds
Of my own breathing

Inhale
Exhale
Inhale

Exhale