The chilly breeze tickled my face
Slapping my hair against my cheeks
As I stood and soaked in wisdom
With each crisp breath
My soul found its place
Swaying gently to the music of the wind
Each leaf sang with a crunch
Beneath my happy, dancing feet
Fulfilling joyful wishes
Even as the branches thinned
An indefinable scent in the air
Hinted distantly towards snow
While my hands held onto the glow
Of vanilla scented froth
Offering relief from despair
Tiny pumpkins, candles, and soft knits
Wrapped around my heart
Warming it with love
Magical glimmers returned every year
Each season’s change promised it
Orange peels bubbled in a pot
The subtle scent of cinnamon and cloves
Ensuring my home's safety
Graced my senses with a smile
My mind floated away in thought
About the Creator
A.M. Harte
A.M. Harte has dreamed of being a published author ever since she was a little girl. She lives on the Canadian prairies and writes poems and stories inspired by life's struggles, always with a hint of optimism.
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