Stolen moment

while all lovers of pumpkin
their long awaited spiced zest
i brew my first fall cuppa 
steamed apple cinnamon smacks my lips
despite that my first love
is homemade french-pressed dark roast
i stand wholehearted 
on the edge of the afternoon Light
we are intimately involved at the moment 
her golden embrace 
reminiscent of the Pohick natives
who revered this same Sun and season
i surrender and fall into myself 
and seal my wishful practice