Late October, autumn yet
Temperature- cold and wet.
Inside again, sleepy struggles
Coffee then- and Pumpkin snuggles.
She sucks her thumb, I rub her feet
I’ll hold onto some moments sweet.
Late October, bake little cakes
Peace-filled cure- for all our sakes.
Pause and write, revamp my days
Rekindle light in little ways.
All grace embrace and fight the haste
A slower pace- a sweeter taste.
Twenty-something 