The Dream Where You Keep Falling

Summer

turns

September —

maple syrup sunlight

steams.

Spice

of Autumn’s vineyard

stirred with

harvest-orange

moonbeams.

Vanilla vapors

swathe,

espresso-black,

Milky Way-cream;

where

nutmeg-dusted froth

floats ’top

a pumpkin latte

dream.