Just a hint coming in.

Autumnal Yearning

Gold, orange, red, brown, and wine
emerge from the forest.

Soup, Stew, and pot pie
appear on the menu.

Thick socks and quilted coats 
are caressed lovingly.

White noise that accompanies bare comfort
is shut off.

Your body no longer clammy
fits like a spoon.

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