I want foggy mornings 

with pungent coffee

And acoustic guitar on the radio. 

I want Saturdays spent at the cider mill, 

Or Saturdays spent 

in the comfort of my bed

After a long week.

I want big sweaters-

The kind you could drown in,

The kind you feel warm in. 

I want candles, 

Scents of peach 

and rose 

filling the space around me. 

I want colorful leaves 

Painting the canvas 

That is the world

And filling my heart 

with crimson and burgundy.

Long, flat roads inhabited by passing cars 

And the ghosts

Of Midwests’ past,

Are full of wide open sky and a familiar dullness

That we welcome with open arms.

Giving life to the autumn

We’ve come to know and love

In the place

Where we know no different.