Sunshine and water are in the air, and I don’t care
I’ve been dreaming of pumpkins and apples.
My daughter has taught me
I basically tolerate other seasons of the year
I’m not sure why
But it’s alright
My dreams are full-fledged
And walking up my driveway
I told my friend I can smell them
Like warm bread in the kitchen
And I just walked into the house
Two walls down and my dreams are baking
That yeasty smell wafts through my life
Like a future memory
And the equinox is a bell
Already tolling
My harvest time
Fall
