Flames flicker, sparks sputter―

There's nothing better than the former,

Orange tides dance and flutter,

Fall air has never been warmer.

I pull my knitted blanket tighter,

Enveloped in red plaid,

The dusk is so much brighter,

When I've been warm clad.

Steaming my face in chai tea,

I open my book to read,

Nibbling on a spiced cookie,

Imagination takes the lead.