The Season of Change

 

Autumnal darkness

Drawing the year

To a cosy, bittersweet end.

Leaves fall, clothing pavements

In a crispy blanket

Of warm reds, yellows and browns.

The Northern wind calls,

Drowning out the echo of summer,

Carrying the promise of cold weather

Through the city streets.

October sunlight

Streams weakly through glass windows,

Pleasant to feel upon your back

But never quite warm enough

Against the bite of Scottish air.

Pumpkins, fireworks and Christmas trees

Are competing for attention in shop windows,

Like festive mascots

Begging to be bought.

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The season of change.

Comfort, closeness and fireside warmth.

What will it bring?

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