Train horns, street lights,
and raindrops on elephant ears–
these are home to me.

Jingly toys, soft fur,
and warm cuddles at night–
memories of autumns past.

Hot cocoa, pumpkin pie,
and movies on the sofa–
something we could never live without.

Autumn brings back memories,
but also acceptance of change
in the new season to come–
as the old way dies away,
the new home,
the new memories,
are born.

my little snuggle-bun, Ashes, watching Netflix

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The crafty creator, imaginative writer, emotional musician, unconditional lover, ever-studious college grad, and optimistic friend behind 'my curious monde!' My Cajun background influences a lot of my love for the French language, hence "Monde" (World). The beauty of nature and the beauty in people inspire my writing. Every day holds a new adventure; keep those pretty eyes open!

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