Autumn smell

The smell of the autumn 

The smell of the rain mixed with the smell of eggs

And the sound of bacon singing so joyously 

And the table that had four plates with a vine painted onto all of the plates with grape’s hanging from them

The feeling of the embroidered tree on the tablecloth that’s been passed down for a generation 

With a window in the kitchen that peers into the empty field with a single maple tree 

With leaves as orange as the sun

And a nest full of baby blue jays 

And the father blue jay feeding them a worm that was freshly caught

Still wet from the dew