Autumn doesn’t rush. It teaches me the art of slowing down.
A beautiful piece, Brenda
You've really made autumn sound enticing ✍🏽
Thank you😊
Brenda, this is so beautifully written 🍂 Your words paint autumn with such warmth and grace. It’s always a joy to read you.🤍
Thank you 💞
I love the way you describe the warm comforting colors of Autumn. It brings the beauty to mind. Lovely post, Brenda!
This is so beautiful and moving i felt like i am present in this Autumn 🍁
I love this so very much! Beautifully atmospheric
Can i ask ?
How do you like audio record your posts?
I have never thought of doing that. Interesting.
This is beautiful!
Your words spill like honey-light through glass,
each syllable a whispered invitation
to slip into autumn's tender embrace.
I can taste the steam curling from your mug,
feel the weight of that soft jersey
settling like a prayer across your shoulders,
see those pumpkins glowing their quiet vigil
in corners where shadows learn to dance.
You've woven a spell from ordinary things—
thick socks and tumbling kittens,
books held like secrets against your chest,
the sacred geometry of window seats
where souls come to rest.
Outside, the trees are writing love letters
in languages of gold and ember,
their leaves falling like scattered verses
across the earth's patient pages.
Each spiral descent a small surrender,
each landing a promise
that beauty lives even in letting go.
Your autumn sanctuary breathes
with the rhythm of seasons turning,
where steam rises like incense,
where comfort comes dressed
in the simplest robes—
warmth and wool and golden light.
Here, in this window-framed cathedral,
you've captured something holy:
the art of being present
to small magnificences,
the grace of grateful watching
as the year performs its ancient pirouette
from abundance into rest.
Thank you for this glimpse
into autumn's secret chamber,
where peace wears thick socks
and contentment tastes of chocolate,
where the gentle turning of seasons
becomes a meditation
on all the ways
the world knows how
to hold us.
oh wow. beautiful reply. I am overwhelmed. Thank you so much. 💖
No way… is it already turning where you are? It’s pretty hot where I am, so I don’t see the signs 😬.
We were in the Lakes for a week and now in Scotland. Definitely turning to Autumn. The trees are full of berries and the trees are going golden. The bracken is brown. I think Autumn is early this year. So lovely.
The post is a reflection. 😊
Thank you Rea for the restack 😊🌸
Wow. This is so amazing
I love this! And I love autumn too. It's definitely the best.
A beautiful piece, Brenda
You've really made autumn sound enticing ✍🏽
Thank you😊
Brenda, this is so beautifully written 🍂 Your words paint autumn with such warmth and grace. It’s always a joy to read you.🤍
Thank you 💞
I love the way you describe the warm comforting colors of Autumn. It brings the beauty to mind. Lovely post, Brenda!
Thank you😊
This is so beautiful and moving i felt like i am present in this Autumn 🍁
I love this so very much! Beautifully atmospheric
Can i ask ?
How do you like audio record your posts?
I have never thought of doing that. Interesting.
This is beautiful!
Your words spill like honey-light through glass,
each syllable a whispered invitation
to slip into autumn's tender embrace.
I can taste the steam curling from your mug,
feel the weight of that soft jersey
settling like a prayer across your shoulders,
see those pumpkins glowing their quiet vigil
in corners where shadows learn to dance.
You've woven a spell from ordinary things—
thick socks and tumbling kittens,
books held like secrets against your chest,
the sacred geometry of window seats
where souls come to rest.
Outside, the trees are writing love letters
in languages of gold and ember,
their leaves falling like scattered verses
across the earth's patient pages.
Each spiral descent a small surrender,
each landing a promise
that beauty lives even in letting go.
Your autumn sanctuary breathes
with the rhythm of seasons turning,
where steam rises like incense,
where comfort comes dressed
in the simplest robes—
warmth and wool and golden light.
Here, in this window-framed cathedral,
you've captured something holy:
the art of being present
to small magnificences,
the grace of grateful watching
as the year performs its ancient pirouette
from abundance into rest.
Thank you for this glimpse
into autumn's secret chamber,
where peace wears thick socks
and contentment tastes of chocolate,
where the gentle turning of seasons
becomes a meditation
on all the ways
the world knows how
to hold us.
oh wow. beautiful reply. I am overwhelmed. Thank you so much. 💖
No way… is it already turning where you are? It’s pretty hot where I am, so I don’t see the signs 😬.
We were in the Lakes for a week and now in Scotland. Definitely turning to Autumn. The trees are full of berries and the trees are going golden. The bracken is brown. I think Autumn is early this year. So lovely.
The post is a reflection. 😊
Thank you Rea for the restack 😊🌸
Wow. This is so amazing
I love this! And I love autumn too. It's definitely the best.