A Poem for Autumn

One of the magical things about poetry is it’s ability to both paint a picture and capture a feeling, shared across varied human experience. A few weeks ago, my friend Chris built some of us a fire in his back yard, complete with s’mores. He couldn’t have known how much it was cherished, both for its current experience and the nostalgia of fires past.  There is even something pleasant about the way wood smoke lingers in the clothes and hair, I think.

Whether it’s around a camp fire, a hike to take in the colors, or nestling in with a good book and a spicy, warm candle, I hope that the spirit of autumn sings to your soul this week.SAMSUNG


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