Not quite to bed, but a gentle retreat inside,
warm evenings unfold over cascading landscapes.
Trees full of life, with leaves in hues of golds and yellows and reds,
can-can as the sun sets.
Birds chirping a new song, beckoning a gentle morning.
Where winter is a reckoning,
and spring a delight,
summer runs wild outside,
but autumn leaves us charmed.
A season for Mother Nature to tend to herself,
to prepare the earth for a rebirth,
through a bare winter for an abundant spring,
a delightful summer and a tender autumn.
Autumn and spring, twin flames in a dalliance like star crossed lovers,
never the twain shall meet, but compliment each other.
Ox tail stews and cotton trench coats
woollen socks and pumpkin spice, laced with a little something nice.
In autumn we lean in a little closer
warm hearts guiding each other.
To a charming autumn, a season of Sundays,
when we are often better together.