I could say it all month
It rolls off the tongue
Warm with teas and lattes and cocoa.
Sitting in a café
Rich with pumpkin spice
No ice cream, but nice cream
The coffee beans crushed and boiling.
Steaming.
Toiling.
Grounding.
I watch the orange and coffee-brown
Leaves out the window
The spicy latte in my cosied hands
My scarf hugging me.
Look out, then inn, see.
Smell the tea.
Look in, then out.
The wind
The blustering wind
The dark cloud
The autumn leaves falling and flying
And whirling.
Twirling.
Winding like cups of tea.
See.
And me
Warm indoors
In a bustling café
With its own blustering activity.
Its browns and oranges
And pumpkins and spices
And cakes and chocolates
And cinnamons and creams.
And rich, heavenly dreams.
I love autumn
I love October.
October, October
The Samhain season
Wheels both earth wooden and celestial
Spellbinds.
Unwinds.
Divines.
And is here.
(I'm no poet, it's just about atmosphere, so cut me some slack.)
January - Funny how the start of the year is the coldest and darkest. It's like a challenge. Through it all, make your dreams come true now.
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