The mellow days are
exquisite, polished, secrete.
Their autumn wind will whisk you
upon your wildest dreams.
The mellow days are
beholden.
They are like a leaf that is leaping
from olive green to burnt amber.
The mellow days are
when sunscreen isn’t essential.
It is the time when candles are set alight,
and family kindles.
The mellow days are
when Texas comes to equality.