Cinnamon
By Georgie C
Published 23 July 2024
The autumn leaves crunch underfoot,
The comforting smell of cinnamon,
Drifting past my nose.
The touch of a warm hot chocolate,
Pressed against my lips,
My cheeks are rosy from the cold.
The silence of the early morning,
Creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere.
The sunrise blurred from the midnight frost,
A thin layer of fog clouding my vision.
Autumn slowly drifting away,
Letting the winter creep in.