She's Like Autumn

She comes down every misty morning
Atmosphere still crisp
Just to smell the air
And the chrysanthemums I'd cut

Pets the plump pumpkins
and scans the low-light kitchen
Thinks we should have more candles
that burn scents of farmer's markets
and Thanksgiving

I tell her, over broken stems and toast,
that Autumn should stay home this year
Cause all the beautiful things
of her season
are standing all right here