by Samuel De Lemos
I love this time of year, The weather turns cold,
The leaves blow to and fro.
Brushed flannel feels soft against my skin.
while Jazz plays holiday cheer.
The brisk morning air in my room, I hear
my children talking, then laughing
getting ready for school, it
reminds me of my youth.
Hot chocolate, warm slippers,
and couch blankets, I’m watching TV;
I’m soaking it all in.
I breath in the love
cozy like a well worn cashmere scarf;
warm glowing thoughts,
There’s a certain rhythm,
It’s the season of love.