Autum
The clouds become darker as the sun begins to fade
the wind picks up
& whistle's louder more & more each day
summer season is over as autum creeps in
it's that time of the year when the tree's shred there leaves
to make way for the new growth
For me it is
cleaning the fire place & chopping wood to burn
stocking up on hot chocholate
and borrowing a few books to get me through
As i sit in my lounge chair
I manage to write a few poems to add to the soup!
speaking of soup it needs a stir now
warm hearty veggie's
Mmmmmm..I can taste it now
Autum for me is so snug & cozy
my favourite time of year to spend some quality time with just me..
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