Autumn Tastes Like...

Even though Hong Kong doesn't have an autumn I love the changing colours and miss them desperately. I miss the changing of the seasons and especially all the food that usually entails. So when yesterday I received a writing prompt with the words “what does autumn taste like” I felt I really needed to write something for this. It isn't meant to be a poem or even a structured thought. It is meant to be disjointed with no real beginning or end, since I wish it was autumn all year round.

Autumn

Brown and orange mix to create gingerbread men

Pink red of glazed ham hot from the oven

Dark brown of pecans slightly burnt on the top of pie

Pale yellow of butter as it melts into mashed potatoes

Bright orange of juice in the morning with eggs

Black of coffee (any season really)

Dusty brown of spices like cinnamon, clove and nutmeg

Deep red of cranberry sauce on turkey

Light yellow of icing on white cookies

Burnt orange of sweet potatoes with white marshmallows

Green from green bean casserole

Dark yellow of mustard with ham

Crimson of mulled wine with a kick of spice and an orange for flavour

Pale brown of whiskey to wash it all down

Tiffany stained glass at the
Metropolitan Museum New York
even more beautiful up close

Damn now I am hungry. I hope you are too.