Sweet autumn slice

Cut so deftly
Seasons harvest
Gifts
Of loving tree.
Scent of fall
Filled with comfort
Of pies and cool days
Plucking each one
Lovingly.
Heart shaped world
Sliver of my lovely fruit
Passion red.
Sweetness
Of taste,
I could close my eyes
Fragrance like my childhood.
Outside the window
Winter deer forage
For food,
Yet in my palm the perfection
Of life and sustenance
Slices of memory.