Autumnal Nostalgia
October’s here with her crisper air
As nights draw closer, warmth to share.
Colours turn to red and gold
That brighten days of frosty cold.
The smells evoke past memories dear
Of autumns done, both love and fear.
Reminding me of times gone by
With family who beyond us lie.
Baking buns and blackberry picking
Warm in the kitchen, hear the timer ticking.
Then rings out loud for all to hear
The goods are ready let’s give a cheer.
My grandma by her hand so fair
Made saffron buns for all to share,
Every week without a fail
And we would lick the mixer pail.
Sunday evenings always spark
Nostalgia from my past so dark
Of fireside suppers, a safe abode
While outside weather horsemen rode.
Autumn brings warm to our souls
Comfy cosy, making us whole.
It may be darker, evenings drawn
Yet the yearly circle cycles on.
Autumn follows summers steps
To lay the path for winters depths.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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