The cottage windows were frosted at daybreak and with the cold morning sunlight,

My skylight became a witness to a shower of golden leaves falling on the roof.

A gentle creaking and crackling came from the wood stove as

The flames warmed it and me from within.

Baked beans simmered in the oven for hours

And filled my house with delicious aromas.

Now, as the afternoon shadows grow longer, I am warm and toasty in my robe

With a half-knitted sweater on my lap while

All around me is softness, warmth and peace.

A perfect Autumn afternoon.