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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