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