I taste a Pumpkin spiced Ale in the brisk
afternoon winds of October’s kiss. I feel the celebration
of early harvest all around me as a festival of leaves
scatter through the barren parking lots and over worn down
curbs blanketing the architecture of footprints
with the fabric of golden orange, bright yellow and a crisp
cool sunburned brown. This is a great day for beer;
a great time of the year to breathe this all in
and allow our minds to cheer
as this is Autumn in New England—this is the beauty
of the life sized portraits of fall; rows of mountains covered in an picturesque
coating of red leaves highlighted
by the dimmed blink of sunset barely peeking through
pink flavored clouds that will finally surrender to dusk. I hear the jack-o-lanterns
grin in open fields of laughter where children play
as I discover the pause in each moment that distinguishes
this feeling. It is a great day for a beer; a great way to inherit
the malty flavor of this new season
and embrace the spirit of mother nature; a great way to inhale
the apple flavored mist covering the burgundy texture
of fresh planted mums collaged together in a colorful mix
of pure delight and it is a great time to envision the magical
transition of time’s disguise from forgiveness of Summer’s demise
to the gentle apology of Autumn’s rise. This is the time where
I feel blessed; I time I breathe in the clarity in the air
and allow my mind to rest
because just before the sky open’s to winter’s nest
we have this time of fulfillment within the elements
of October’s fest.
(2011)
Tarringo T. Vaughan
