Jay Doiron's Blog

Poem

Woodsmoke drifts through gold-lit air, and maples spill rubies under boot. Apple tang bites the tongue—one bright spark of cold on the lip. We lay the table with dusk and flame: copper pumpkins, bread that breaks like early frost beneath the crust, honey thick as the hush of geese. In the hush, every heartbeat echoes oak. We taste the year’s long labor—sun distilled in cider,
storms braided into wheat—and thank the dark for teaching us light. Outside, the wind reshuffles stars; inside, our hands are lanterns, passing warmth from palm to palm until the night itself is full.

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[Verse]
Leaves are dancing in the air tonight
Orange whispers in the fading light
The cider's warm but the air's got bite
Crackling fire's calling me home

[Chorus]
Crisp fall feast
Gather round the flame
Pumpkin dreams and the apple's name
Pass the bread
Let the stories flow
Crisp fall feast
Where the heart will glow

[Verse 2]
Sweaters thick and the stars so shy
Under blankets we don’t ask why
Golden crust on the table’s pie
Sweet smoke rises to the moon

[Bridge]
Oh the wind can howl but it can't come in
We've got laughter thick as the pumpkin skin
Let the world grow cold
Let the frost begin
Inside this feast
It's warm within

[Chorus]
Crisp fall feast
Gather round the flame
Pumpkin dreams and the apple's name
Pass the bread
Let the stories flow
Crisp fall feast
Where the heart will glow

[Outro]
The embers fade but the feeling stays
Crisp fall feast in our hearts always
Through the seasons
Through the haze
Crisp fall feast
In a thousand ways