pumpkin spice

Fall's vibrant colors
dull
into dreary clouds
and gusting winds
that send rain
pelting into the side of my face.
I blink
from the sting
of cold drops
in my eye
and wince,
squint,
and hunch to shelter.

Cosy hibernation awaits
in a barricade of
blankets, wool, candles, casseroles, pies,
& melancholy piano music.

Nostalgia smells like pumpkin spice,
& fall scurries up my spine
with giddy anticipation
of snuggling
in a cocoon of blankets
with my love.