Many mourn the shortening days
the dark of the morning
and the gloom of the night.
Yet I revel in the coming home to lights on,
to big, fluffy slippers,
to curling up in the warmth
as the wind rattles window panes,
as fog seeps into every nook and cranny
and the rain lashes and batters the
naked trees outside.
I hibernate under the duvet,
snuggle into my pillows
hug my hot water bottle to my chest
and sigh, cosseted, safe indoors.
Autumn, do your worst.
Mittens are my friend.
It’s Thursday, and that means Open Link Night over on dVerse, where Bjorn, our friendly Swedish barkeep for tonight (thank you Bjorn) congenially invites us to share any poem we wish.
I was going to repost an old poem, but then decided to write on Autumn, which is really my favourite season of the year. I love lying in bed at night, cozy and warm, whilst the weather rages outside!
Please do take part, or if not, just come along and enjoy what our poetic community has shared!
Freya Writes... 
I am one of those who mourn the shortening days, but I do like your solution. If only I didn’t have to go out into the cold before coming home to the coziness of a blanket and hot soup.
There is that, but without the dark (or cold) we don’t appreciate the light (or warmth)!
A girl after my own heart – I love this snugly, woolly, hat, gloves and scarf poem.I can’t wait for rain against the window and the hiss of the log burner!
Oooh… woolly hats and scarves! 🙂
I like your image of the cuddle home with all the warm accessories. I love summer though.
Thank you! I enjoy summer, but not getting hot and sweaty.
I do love that part… lighting a fire in the fireplace, siting in front of the warmth reading poetry… yes that part I do like… did you say candle light as well?
Of course, candle light! 🙂
“Mittens are my friend” – I like that. 🙂 Though I don’t like things confining my hands. I do have some new fluffy slippers and a sunggly blanket with horse designs. I’m ready too!
The fluffy blanket sounds darling 🙂
A simply delightful dive into the fresh season!
Thank you!
There is a sense of comfort in this…at the same time, I’m glad that, for me, I’m at home rather than coming home to the warm, lighted house. You evoke clear memories in this.
Thank you, Victoria.
Wonderfully written and I do love all the cosyness in the warm when there is a gale howling through the glens. Thank you so much for sharing :o)
Thank you!
And warm candlelight!
Yes!
I only snuggle and dive under when its winter but love the autumn’s cool cool breeze. We actually don’t wear mittens unless its like winter cold. Thanks for joining us Freya.
Thank you, Grace. I do like wrapping up warm.
Nothing like wrapping up in the season at hand! Lovely painting as well.
Nothing like it! I’m glad you liked the painting 🙂
I love all the same things about autumn that you do, and it can’t come too soon for me!
Nor for me!
This is wonderful.
Where is that artwork from? I like it very much and want to look for more. Or is it yours?
Thank you! It’s actually one of mine – I’m glad you like it!
This poem is so warm and fuzzy. I embrace every day of Autumn as it is so gentle compared to our winters.
Thank you, Mish!
Sounds so cozy!
Thank you!
Welcome.
I love this. I feel like snuggling now in a warm bed, with an exciting book on hand. Now that you mentioned it – I like the even days – almost the same length day and night – seeing the sun still low at 6 am and already low at 6 pm. 🙂
Thank you!