Dawning Creations

Sifting through the cloud,glittering white morsel.
I taste the beginning of fall.

The raw earthy texture churns like butter between my cheeks. Melting is last years harvest, soft corn kernels, sunny yellow.

Chocolate and steam is what is left behind. Hot cocoa is the aftertaste.

I taste it in the air, the harvest, the fallen leaves, the pumpkin everything.

Fall.