She Is

the scarlet leaf of fall that blows past your foot in mid-October. Suddenly you remember you
love the changing seasons.

the simmering orange coals that hiss in a dying fire. For some reason, you can’t think of the last
time you had s’mores.

the golden sunset coloring the sky with precise sweeps of a paint brush. You want to sit in the
twilight and count the stars.

the juniper tree of your childhood, the one that sheltered you and kept you dry in the afternoon
rains.

the sapphire sea with waves that lull and crash, ever changing but loved all the same.

the indigo bird that chirps as it flies by. You stop to listen to its song because it reminds you of a
sweet lullaby you used to know.

the lilac comforter that you’re wrapped up in right now – and you can’t help but think that there
isn’t anywhere in the world you’d rather be than in her warm embrace.