Sweater sleeves dangling past your cold fingertips; leaves drifting soundlessly to your feet. The air is so cool and crisp and it feels so clean and fresh against your skin and in your lungs. You can feel the past slipping away, making way for the new and exciting things the autumn season brings you.
Long, intellectual, enlightening conversations that happen in the coziest of places with the friendliest of people. Warm coffees and teas drank next to equally as warm fireplaces and comforters. Ginger and spice scenting every home you enter.
Wishes being made and promises being kept. Walking hand in hand with the love of your life, wearing jackets and mittens and knowing that everything is finally alright. Nose kisses and long hugs to chase away the cold.
I wouldn't call is autumn so much as the one time of year you ever feel at home.
** Write a poem inspired by autumn. What does it smell like? What does it feel like? What does it sound like? What does it look like? What does it mean to you? Send them to me! I would love to read them!!! **