Summer

turns

September —

maple syrup sunlight

steams.

Spice

of Autumn’s vineyard

stirred with

harvest-orange

moonbeams.

Vanilla vapors

swathe,

espresso-black,

Milky Way-cream;

where

nutmeg-dusted froth

floats ’top

a pumpkin latte

dream.

crunch of leaves

wafts of steam

laced with cinnamon

skeleton sticks

threaded with cobwebs

sweet squash

swirled through

moth eaten sweaters

with holes

in the sleeves

thick foam

dances on

the surface

a gust of

wind

sweet and dusty

warm hands

warm heart

Far far away in a land of the Frey

was a flawless,

finicky, fairy.

flying fearlessly,

fetching, fresh herbs,

and spices every day.

Preparing for the approaching

frightful holiday.

Lord Frost’s favorite time to celebrate

was on the way.

arriving

fast and furious.

Frightening Frankensteins,

Vampires, Werewolves, fangs,

fearful frogs, and

flavorful Pumpkin Spice Latté

Enjoy

Sip, savor and Sway

Athena

09/20/2020

#poetry

Nice and bitter

The coffee brewed

Dark and hot

In my cup

Topped with sweet

Marshmallows

Liquid life

But the supply runs

Hollow

The cup seeps

Empty

And my heart turns

Cold

The many cups

Is not

Enough