" I notice that autumn is more
the season of the soul
than of nature."
a season for listening,
to racing wind whistling.
For crunching & crackling of fallen leaves
whirling and twirling to the ground.
For frosty, sparkling, misty mornings,
the wild call of geese overhead.
For the smell of woodsmoke filling the air,
a scent of warmth and comfort,
a settled satisfaction.
Bundled up on evening walks,
the twinkle of houselights lighting the way.
Of a comfort to wrap yourself in...
the coziest time of year.