Pumpkin Spice And Everything Nice
A poem
2 min readOct 20, 2021
The leaves are changing color,
and there is a crispness in the air,
and the smell of pumpkin spice wafts
through windows,
and houses,
and coffee shops everywhere.
The leaves are changing color,
and there is a crispness in the air,
and the smell of pumpkin spice wafts
through windows,
and houses,
and coffee shops everywhere.
Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.