Sweet smell of wood smoke through forests of pine
clings very tightly to Autumn’s chill breeze,
pale misty sun offers warmth that’s divine
soon Winter brings forth cold air set to freeze.
Manys the bird that is checking his roost,
beasts search for shelter before the first frost,
nature’s sweet harvest will give life a boost
the stores gathered in before all are lost.
Walk with me now as we wend our way home
the glow from the window, welcoming sight,
a warm mug of soup, no more will we roam;
remember our day by soft firelight.
Jack Frost comes a-nipping at our bare toes
let’s snuggle beneath warm downy bed clothes.
Honorable mention
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