Autumn's Promise
I like a slightly chilled gray day
Robust with orange, red, and gold
Wrapped in cozy covering
With a cup of warmth in hand
I like wasting a slow morn
Unburden by youthful purpose
With no plan to whisk me away
To overbooked schedules
I like not trying to manipulate time
In daily attempts to get ahead
Of all the things
That feed obsession
I like the possible anticipation of snow
That will upend routine
And slow this fast pace
So that I may breathe
I like my cat cuddled at my feet
As we seek warmth from each other
And when she yawns and purrs
We both know this solitude
Is as golden as the colors outside my window
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