Autumn poetry

Its fall,

The season of crisp air and the crunch of leaves beneath our feet. 

Fall is the time for a cold wind and a warm scarf.

Its time to put on the berry lips and dark nail polish and to shake the mothballs out of our cable knit jumpers. 

The season of fashion is finally arrived, the time of sun bathing is at an end.

We cozy up under our duvets as we watch reruns of our favorite show, hot chocolate in our hands. The flickering flame of a candle seen in the background

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We watch the rain drizzle down the window and hear the patter of rain drops on the roof. Its a lovely warming sound. A sound that would indicate the approach of snow back home but here it washes away the unease and lets the excitement of christmas which could not come soon enough.

Its finally the season where we can pull out the christmas carols with out appearing completely mad, the season where we can put on the fuzzy socks, get ready to make new traditions and find renewed creativity. 

The season where although it is increasingly cold outside, an increasingly warm feeling spreads inside, its the bizarre phenomenon of the progression of life.

As time slows down and speeds up all at once we are left to wonder what next year will bring or even next week but we know that is in the unknown so instead of fighting the inevitable,  we wrap ourselves in a blanket and walk among the leaves.