what glorious days these were.
dappled light.
crisp mornings.
trees laden with the lustre of ripening fruit.
air lingering with whispers of autumn.
hours spent nestled in a chair
sipping tea and savoring lines.
evening darkness settling in earlier
the fireside beckons.
my heart and soul soars
as the smell of woodsmoke fills the air.
so many gratitudes
for this....
a lovely month.