in autumn...

in autumn:

i want to walk down streets guarded by oaks
that are nearing 100-years-old.
i want to walk inside a home that is
at least 100-years-old.
i want leaves to pile up faster than
they can be gathered.

i want a scarf to wrap my neck
and a coat to button up.
i want grotesque sqaush to greet
me at front doors and back doors.
only boots for my toes on feet.

i want spice:
ginger, nutmeg, clove, cinnamon, and fennel.
i want pies of apple and pumpkin.
i want poe, grimm, shelley.
i want wind that strips and whispers.

i want fall, fall, fall.

photo by me. salt lake city. anyone recognize this house?