Looking out my window at the almost barren trees
Leaves have cried and flown away
The fall season is revealing itself
There is no hiding or going back
Just calendar days that come and go until winter
The frost, snow and cold arrive with blizzard force
Wrapped up in coats, scarfs, gloves and boots
Entering a warm haven of home
The smell of food cooking on the stove fills the air
Cinnamon, apple, clove
Now I am home
Laura M. (2019)
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