The Charm of the Cold
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Summer falls as fall arrives:
Crisp, cool air and crunchy, dead leaves.
Smells of hollowed-out pumpkins, bringing extra sparkle
to a perfectly gray sky.
It is time for the most wonderful time of the year.
Fires roar as cocoa coats lips
And friends reminisce and make new memories
The decorations. The delicateness.
I leap into piles of orange-red-brown pillows
Flap my arms to make snow angels
Arrange ornaments just right - so our tree is anything but ordinary
As I savor every moment of simplicity the season brings,
I keep it close to my heart.
Protected by fondness and love
Until the next gloomily gleeful day.