The Ought of Autumn

It ought to light up my being With the color and passion Of its crisp, browning magic It ought to bring the sounds Of fire crackle, warm abrasions And unlimited clinks to hearths Of every size and flavor It ought to turn down the heat Turn up the chill And turn on the love It ought to renew our sense Of joy, togetherness and those We wish could walk through the door Just once more It ought to gather all the lost sheep Whether dislocated, disaffected or disowned Into a herd, bonded with purpose It ought to create human nature Along the same lines as Mother Nature Turning green with envy into Subtle tones of peace It ought to allow pumpkins And turkeys and trees and menorahs To dance the dance, and hug it out It ought to be autumn.. (10/21/17)