Autumn, once again
Has awoken this sleepless slumberer,
She drags about to lumber
through her day to day,
Watching herself waste away.
But now, Autumn has returned,
Pumpkin and cinnamon lace the air
Apple cider to prepare,
And heavy coats wrapped tightly
Around shaking fingers,
The warmth, of one last kiss that lingers
And the way the firelight dances,
Whisking memories of frost away.
Sleepless slumberer blinks, cracked skin
Splits into a smile,
Watching the cascade of inferno
Fall from weathered trees.
Each, to its own season,
Like the slumberer, whose reason,
Has finally been refreshed, at ease.
It is Autumn, and she is pleased.
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
Autumn, once again
Has awoken this sleepless slumberer,
She drags about to lumber
through her day to day,
Watching herself waste away.
But now, Autumn has returned,
Pumpkin and cinnamon lace the air
Apple cider to prepare,
And heavy coats wrapped tightly
Around shaking fingers,
The warmth, of one last kiss that lingers
And the way the firelight dances,
Whisking memories of frost away.
Sleepless slumberer blinks, cracked skin
Splits into a smile,
Watching the cascade of inferno
Fall from weathered trees.
Each, to its own season,
Like the slumberer, whose reason,
Has finally been refreshed, at ease.
It is Autumn, and she is pleased.
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