Dear PSL,
Your warm embrace
A sweet reminder that
Better days are coming.
The days of autumn
And leaves,
And jack-o-lanterns.
A time to curl up
With a nice book,
And your warm grip.
Your spice a reminder
To sit and write
Just for me.
A cozy thought of
Leggings, which are
Certainly pants, and
Sweaters, encircling me
In their marvelous hold.
The days of sweat,
And mosquitos,
Finally, to an end.
And real bonfire season
Can truly begin.
So thank you PSL,
For being the official
Drink of Autumn.
And thank you for
All that you stand for.
Sincerely,
The PSL Community