Stolen moment

while all lovers of pumpkin
sip 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