cinnamon’s scent lingers
in air gone cold by
summer’s goodbye
replaced without protest
the deliciousness of a
deep stretch taken
under covers made too
warm by too long a nap
in this dimension where
day and night are balanced
things seem to simply
fall into place
obligations and necessity
meet each to do list with such
grace in days spent gazing
at an autumn sky and nights
spent under goose down throws
with hot tea at hand
these are the days for
inhaling and letting go
fearfree living 
This poem makes me want to stretch on the couch and relax.
This autumn has been solely about letting go… well, there have been a few other things and most noticeable is the exhale. Thank you for your gorgeous word weaving. Great way to start my Monday.
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You had me at cinnamon! Wonderful, luxurious writing!
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magical words..relaxed.
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