November
The air is so crisp, it sparkles
The scents – so invigorating, they invite you into the sweet aroma of the homestead
The rain- so refreshing, it cleanses you of old slights
The wind sweeps you into its own vortex
Leaves are crackling on the soggy earth
Cinnamon and pumpkin spice scents are wafting through the air
The taste of chocolate is in your mouth
There’s pause and suspension in the atmosphere
As nature awaits
It’s as if an impasse has occurred
The world listens to the next step
Blindfolded, trees stand at attention
while an icy spells blasts the atmosphere into order
Expecting its instructions, the world simmers down
and covers itself in the first dusting of the snow
Serenity is claimed…
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