When days shorten
and sadness lengthens,
I tend to look inwards for comfort,
I tend to cook and bake more.
I look for a good cuddle,
and look to cuddle a book under a blanket
as often as possible,
while drinking unhealthy quantities
of milked caffeine.
I like watching the rain fall
and see it washing it all,
the good and the bad.
I love the sound of the drops splashing
in my windows glasses.
I love to indulge in the moment,
and the momentary sorrow the grey causes,
I love to indulge in it so much
that it will get me to a childish cry,
after which I will get up
ready to fight the grey with the colour,
ready to let the spring blossom
way before the springtime arrives.
I know the darkness makes it harder
to even want to get up,
I know that after will come the winter,
which will be truly hard,
but in the meantime I love the autumn,
I love it with my whole heart.