Autumn morning in office

The air is crisp, the sky still deep,

the streets outside in muted sleep.

A gentle chill, a breath so clean—

the season shifts in shades unseen.

I pull my coat around my frame,

the zipper climbs like rising flame.

The comfort of its padded hold

defies the dark and creeping cold.

My desk lamp hums a tender glow,

the monitor spills light so slow.

A cup of coffee warms my hands,

a subtle calm the dawn commands.

Soon oats will fill the quiet room,

a simple meal to chase the gloom.

And in this hush, before the din,

I feel the day unfold within.