I enjoy the chill,
Leaves crumple, accepting their end at this moment
Naked, I am exposed.
When everything begins to fade, stillness remains;
Freckled flakes quiet all the towns,
For I am silent, but I am loud.
Assemble within boxes of all shapes
Holding Magic and Memory of years past and those to last –
Warmth is my favorite color,
Sweets are my favorite taste,
Laughter is my favorite song.
I welcome the year’s peaks and quarries,
I accept what is out of my hands,
I realize I am Blessed,
I love being quarantined by divine weather
Because it compels me to reflect;
I am the end and the beginning –