I hear it coming

Like distant train whistles

Or fronts through leaves

I smell its call

Like faraway fall burn

Or a passing fragrance

I taste its allure

Like a surprise soufflé

Or a spicy Shiraz

I’m here over here

Playing hide and seek

Those always playful sisters

Silly serendipity and coquettish curiosity

I will find you

In the Rocky Mountains

Once I leave Charlotte