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.