autumn–small joys

Sunny autumn frames,
Brimming with scarves and wind
And warm hugs on the curb,
Wind-music in the blood
And blooming on chilled cheeks.
Sharp November mornings.
Cold wooden floor, hot golden tea.
Ten-year-old flannel,
The favorite mug and its broken handle.
Waiting at bus stops
For old friends,
Catch a coffee before the sunlight dims
And winter puts us all to bed.
A million seconds fill up a day
And tiny joys fill up a life.


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