You are my Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season.
The crisp air chilling my lungs, reddening my nose, and
The sounds of fallen leaves beneath my feet as I walk.
Everywhere the wet season smells hang heavily and damp around me.
The vivid colors of rich browns, golds, and oranges,
Pumpkin pies cooling on mom's kitchen table,
The fragrant moist Wyoming earth that decorated the boots of my youth,
The maple leaves that persisted against the driving snow,
The colors of the Cottonwood bark that I used to whittle, and
My favorite knitted sweater.
I smile, feeling lifted by their gifts.
Your eyes are reminiscent of everything that is autumn to me.
Warm mahogany ringed in dark chocolate.
How can I not help but to smile?