Hot coffee, warm hands
Steamy mornings and window mist
Smiles drawn and wiped away
Swirling winds, wild whistles
Creaks and groans from a changing home
Hearts still, but eyes see
Change is in the air
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Streaks of gold, waves of auburn
Yellow flutters, red tails scurry
A furry harvest unfurls
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A fire crackles; cosy calls
Thick woollen socks and romantic tales
Until leafy mountains form
And nature calls
To your inner child
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Green wellies and winter coats
Autumn angels and heaps of joy
Kicked up giggles, enraptured smiles
Single leaves twirled between fingers
Admired one last time
Until mountains become rainbows of orange and brown
Rustle and flutter to the ground
Crushed and mushed with love and thanks
Nature's cycle shared
The season of love and care
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Thank you for reading. This is the first piece I've written in a few weeks now. Some much-needed work has taken over my life. It's been a tough year, and the season ahead is no different, but as the leaves fall and the seasons change, you never know what might happen. Wishing you all the cosiest of seasons ahead, wherever you are.
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© Simon George 2025. All Rights Reserved.
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About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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Comments (3)
Love how you started with the hot coffee and communicated it's heat through our hands. I really... Really like how you described the heart staying still. But what is going on behind the eyes, a contrast, as it sees that change is in the air. Furry harvest. I do like that a lot. Nature calling to my inner child. I connect very will with this line because I do feel this way whenever I stop to look. Whenever I am outside. Ooo autumn being and remaining the season of love and care. I love how you see things. Fantastic work Simon. 🤗❤️
Nice! Love the ending!
That was so beautiful. I'm happy to see you bad hehehe. Loved your poem!