Autumn morning
Throwing open the window,
the air is cold and crisp,
yet the sun is shining.
A slight breath of wind pushes the leaves of copper and gold along the path.
In the distance, birds chirping, a dog whining.
Below, the grass crystalised with dew, a leaf falling.
Down the stairs, welcomed by the scent of fresh coffee and buttered crumpets.
Out to the shed, some chunks of wood, taken back to the house, placed on the fire,
crackling and hissing, orangey yellow, a tint of blue.
Body is warming, relaxing as the flames grow higher.
