A Poem in July

I’m ready for the breeze
between the balding trees,
as the crickets chirp a melody
of softly fallen leaves.

I’m dreaming of the smells
of fresh baked pumpkin pie
next to Yankee candles burning
as a quilt warms my feet and I.

I’m yearning for the sweatshirts
to keep me warm outside,
as I stroll down a leafy lane,
changing each windy tide.

I want the orange atmosphere
that makes everything smell like fire
burning in the chimney
that warms those who’ve tired.

I wish for the painted sunset
that soars across the sky,
and yellowed fields swaying
to the wild bird’s lullaby.

I’m ready for the Fall
That chilly Autumn brings.
Of the kinder sun that warms you
Instead of summer when it stings.