Introduction:
Now, I know what you’re thinking—why on earth is this popping up in June? Has she lost her ever-loving mind? And yeah, maybe a little. But the truth is, I’m knee-deep in the archives of my writing life, and this gem floated to the top. I couldn’t help myself—it needed a re-share.
Here in Texas, we’re officially in “pre-heat” mode. That’s 100–110 degrees on a good day, with humidity so thick you could bottle it. Personally, I don’t mind it—I tend to run cold—but most people are already melting and full-on hating life.
Still, no matter how much I tolerate the heat, my heart belongs to autumn. That sweet, cozy season when life slows down just enough to breathe again. The air turns crisp, the trees whisper their changes, and everything feels like it’s preparing for something sacred—rest, reflection, maybe even a rebirth. Autumn is a whole vibe of candles, cider, family time, and a quiet surrender to what’s next. I love it.
Now don’t get me wrong—summer has its moments. But for us, it mostly means big expenses, long lines, and way too many plans (which I try to avoid at all costs). Ironically, all our birthdays fall in the summer, so that probably explains the chaos and the wallet ache.
Anyway, while chugging through old pieces, this one stopped me in my tracks. I realized it’s been a while since I’ve shared a poem, and y’all—it’s hot out there. So here’s your reminder that cooler breezes are coming. The colors will return. We just have to hold on.
Skelly-
Autumn’s Awakening
Change lingers in the air,
A whisper in my morning coffee,
As I wake to the warmth of cinnamon and hazelnut,
A taste of comfort on my lips.
The winds grow stronger, nights turn cooler,
A quiet nudge, a gentle reminder
That the season is shifting,
Bringing the calm, clean embrace of fall.
This is the time when my soul feels most at peace,
Aligned with the Earth, perhaps even beyond,
As the air clears, lifting away the weight of summer’s heat
And the heaviness of its harshness.
Oh, to love this time of year,
When candles burn from dawn to dusk,
Filling the house with the scent of sage and cider,
And the skies remain gray, a gentle, quiet cast.
The wind becomes my palette, coloring my soul,
As the sun plays peek-a-boo through a darkened sky.
Raindrops tap a sweet melody on my window,
A lullaby that invites the day to drift into dreams.
My sweetest companions—good books, my dog, my family,
And a cozy blanket—gather close on these autumn days.
But I know these moments when we’re all together,
Are fleeting, a precious gift of time.
So, I will cherish this season soon to come, with its long days and holidays,
The storms that draw us near, the quiet moments,
And the gentle rebirth that autumn brings.
For as summer’s burden fades with the cooling breeze,
I find my soul awakening,
Ready to embrace the peace and renewal
That only autumn can bring.
I was born of this season, crafted by its essence,
And as the leaves fall and the air turns crisp,
I find myself, once again, coming home.
SK-
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