Autumn.

Brisk breeze

Balm to my soul

Hot tea in my hands

Baked delicacy perfumes the air

Sweater bundled like a hug

A time to slow and prepare

Breathe, move forward

Read more, talk less

Sit still, listen.

Gaze into flicking flames

Let Autumn sink into my bones

Face her with open arms

Allowing fear to be my guide

For that is the first step

Towards greater knowing.