Dear Autumn,
Perhaps you remember me from last year? We flirted with each other from across the room, but didn’t spend much time getting to know each other. Undoubtedly, you’ve heard stories about me and summer; I won’t lie to you. It was a deep and meaningful relationship. But now he’s gone and you can help me forget him.
Take me for a few strolls surrounded by red and orange leaves. Have a cup of tea with me at an outdoor café as we watch the sky turn cobalt together. Show me children dressed as pirates and bumble bees. Bring me a bowl of my sister’s butternut squash soup, and perhaps some hot cider. Remind me of my richly hued sweaters and shawls. Stay up late and talk with me about poetry and literature. And let me sleep in late just a little. Bring me a little gift, if you feel so inclined.
You see, I’m not so complicated. Welcome, Autumn. I think we will have a memorable romance.
Love,
Rita
4 comments:
Love this post. So creative.
Thank you, Erin. Have a romantic Autumn!
Sigh! Oh what a fickle being, Autumn! You came into my life early and I thought you only encompassed me. I will accept all gifts you give me but remeber how you also will be replaced...
Too true, Lupine. Too true!
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