Cozy sweaters and hot tea, long gray boots up to my knees reading books by the hearf dancing crimson flames with a spark flannel shirts and fuzzy socks hearing the chimes of my grandfather clock festivals, pumpkins and horror shows. Halloween's coming and anything goes. Mommy gets comfy while reading Stephen King while her little girl dances in black fairy wings. Autumn guarantees that change for me can be beautiful, transforming and free to be. If you enjoyed that poem, you can look me up online
Chelsea Hanawalt
@allowthesun · 0:08
You happy fall. Yes. This poem made me so excited for the changing of the season. Thank you for sharing