AUTUMNAL EQUINOX
The page has turned to pumpkin spice this-or-that, yet my feet take me to where my mind wanders when the long hot days shorten into crisp night air. Strolling through markets and malls, my eyes dance over the wares, my fingers lingering on the flannels and fleece that forecast the days to come. Items are added to my virtual list for the nice, and even the naughty (they are not exempt from Mrs. C’s list). My mind’s eye sees the wrapping and ribbons, and tags printed just so. Delivering these items to family and friends is a joy, but the planning and anticipation is a journey that feeds my soul.
fall window shopping
puts extra pep in my step
-ping toward Christmas
2017-09-28
P. Wanken
Shared at Poetic Asides and Poems of Garden Gnomes
