With every season
The Palouse hills show their true character.
Come fall, wheat yellows,
Soil is overturned and
The loan becomes a new.
Much like these hills,
People begin to turn a page,
A new chapter,
And experience newfound affinities
With hearts throbbing.
It’s cuffing season, and everyone is taken
The sweet fall air makes us need someone
to cozy up with as weather becomes bitter.
Pumpkin patches are full of harvest,
apples fall from trees into our mugs.
Enjoying toasty apple cider,
with each other’s significant other.
Much to do with the people we love,
Friends, family and our better halves.
May we all find a moment,
holding hands under the lights of Main Street.