Sorta Fallish

Mist falls on the broken leaves
The trees are scheduled to be bare
My feet are feeling cold.
and the moon vistets a little longer.
Sunsets are golden
the grass is frozen
Taking deeper breaths
at high school football games
a boyfriends hug.
a friends warm sweater.
families getting together.
haunted houses, misfits, and candy too.
Tofurkey, mash potatoes, and too much food.
pumpkins with faces
long walks in the cold
flowers hide until the sun comes back next year.
and warm apple cider to make it all better