Listen! The wind is rising and air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October Eves! -Humbert Wolfe
I love this poem. I read it every October and it just encapsulates the feeling of fall-crisp air, crunchy leaves, evenings spent curled up next to a crackling fire. It just feels magical. I have so many wonderful childhood memories of autumn where the light was golden and the air smelled like woodsmoke and decaying leaves. Unfortunately, you don’t get that in the desert where I currently live (it’s usually around 80 at Halloween) so I have to get that feeling by reading fall romances and pumpkin scented candles. I have a vintage Zebra regency romance book-A Bewitching Season-that I pull out every year and snuggle up on the couch with. And, I’ve been writing my own fall romances, which keeps me in the mood. Wherever you are, I hope you can find that fall magic in your own life and even if you’re wearing shorts, you can imagine it’s crisp and cool outside by turning the AC up and snuggling under a plaid blanket.