Velvet mornings

The words,

memories

and the colours

of Autumn

all dancing around in my head

like sugar plum fairies.

The orange light ~

 textures of pumpkins

long leafy walks

and how I can never forget it was Autumn

when I first came to you.

That freezing cold morning on the bus

the fields completely sprinkled with edible glitter.

Or at least,

it looked that way.

How can I forget those days?

everyone else is oblivious to them.

But,

when the light slants through on these velvet mornings,

how can I fail to ?