Autumnal Dream

Last night
I dreamed
that you placed in my hands
Leaves.

Crisp.
Wet.
Gorgeous Leaves.
All of them Bright Red.

And they smelled so good.
Like Autumn.
Like football and apple cider and cool air and cold wind.
Like Michigan in October.

And they felt so crisp and so delicate.
Papery thin and slick with dew.

And I brought them to my face and drank them in.
Filled my nostrils with their crisp Fall smell.
Felt the crunch of them in my hand.

And when I woke up this morning
My hands were empty
And the only thing that remained
Was my memories of Autumn's cool breath.
And it made me miss home.


*sigh*