Boil the kettle.
Look out the window,
To a world full of golden hues.
Red, Orange, Beige,
The crisp sound of leaves crunching,
as you feel the frosty wind hits your face.
The cosy cream cardigan,
you bought at a car boot sale.
It has arrived,
the time of nights in by the fire.
Endless cups of tea and walks in the rain.
