red peacoat (poem)

My fingers lace around the ceramic
cup of chamomile
brewing gently of mint and orange.
As the crisp morning air alights on my rosy cheeks
I huddle in a wool sweater
smiling at the entrance of Fall
in California
where days like today my spirit is renewed
when sunlight glistens on golden amber and cardinal leaves
and kids in red peacoats, padded in brightly-colored scarves
kick fallen leaves on small town sidewalks
and laugh carelessly in play.

this is my original poem
mahalo to JT for the professional assistance which strengthens my poem ten-fold. his poetry advice: I would stop here. Listen to the music. Be wary of adjectives, summary, and commentary. first line: c sounds