I Miss

A recent post on my blog got me in a somewhat poetic mood. Here's what I long for as I miss this autumn season.

I miss autumn.

I miss stretching my arms through sleeves and tying boot laces.

I miss shivering in the slight cold as I wait in line for a cuppa.

I miss wrapping my neck in a scarf and topping off with a toque.

I miss the forest turning into a living display of fireworks.

I miss the crunch of the grass under the morning frost.

I miss seasonal spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, cardamom.

I miss fumbling for keys with thick gloved fingers.

I miss puffing smokey breaths like a contented dragon.

I miss pants. But mostly I miss autumn.

The End

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