Easy to see the awe in autumn,
As trees dab color on the horizon,
As we decorate with the vibrant mum,
As we open curtains to welcome the sun.
Easy to hear the awe in autumn
As we stroll through leaves that crinkle,
As backyard roasting fires crackle,
As falling nuts make sounds that startle.
Easy to smell the awe in autumn
As stews and soups simmer in pots,
As cinnamon makes steaming drinks pop,
As wood smoke swirls from chimney tops.
Easy to taste the awe in autumn
As we savor caramel on apples- nothing finer,
As we sample pumpkin treats in every diner,
As we sip a marvelous tea or cider.
Easy to feel the awe in autumn
As pets scoot in for a warmer snuggle,
As the patchwork quilt gets doubled,
As the world gets ready to cuddle.