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... 