Open the window to love

When I open the window to love,
I let in more than just
fresh air or a better view.
There is love in the air.

A love of autumn
Bright, true colors shine through
Surrounded by the abundance of harvest.
Juicy apples and round pumpkins
to delight with flavor and
possibility.

The aromas, the sights, the sounds
of squirrels skittering and kicking
up brush, a treasure in its mouth.
It is survival instinct
to save for a cold winter's day.

I take a mental note and
decide to write what I'm grateful for
to reread for myself on a hard, cold day.

The harvest full moon rose last night
and I watched it take its usual
path across the night's sky.
In my mind's eye, 
I am looking at its face
as it kisses me across the cheek.

Such wisdom and stories it holds.