Why I love Autumn

autumn

Autumn is here. The mornings are a bit more chilly, the sunsets start earlier.

The trees are letting go of their old leaves. It’s a time for long walks in nature – the air is crisp, the sky is so clear today. The poet in me is starting to write again, inspired by what I see. The poet loves spring and autumn, not summer.

I don’t know why – maybe because we tend to go more inside then, especially now.

It’s time for sweaters and hand-knitted socks, time for hot soups and cocoa.

Time to look back over your year and make plans for winter.

 

 

 

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