Autumn knocked on my door

this morning

Her hair was auburn 

& she was armed with a pumpkin spiced latte

Her scarf was like a blanket

& her boots were lined with fur 

She pulled me in for a hug

& squeezed me so tight that my snack

Of assorted biscuits

Travelled it's way back up...

The scents of cinnamon & star anise

Whirled around & choked the air