Cinnamon and cloves
I want to walk and walk on soft grass,
My shoes crushing crisp leaves,
Listening to assertive indie beats.
I want it to be windy in the evening but not too cold
So I can take a leather jacket, wherever I go.
I also want the rain to fall
But not pour –
Just enough to rinse my world –
I don’t want to get soaked.
I want my coffee strong and I want crumbly apple pie
Spiced with cinnamon and cloves.
I want a screen-door, a porch and cushions on the floor
Where I can sit with my books
And read my way through the fall.