This afternoon was chilly,
an Autumn breeze followed me indoors.
A hunk of Roquefort waited on a chunk of baguette,
A half-peeled clementine and a cracked pomegranate compared tones of deep red and burnt orange on the kitchen counter.
A glass of red wine that hinted of blackberries wet my mouth.
I pulled my woolen sweater over my knees forming a cocoon,
While I sat by the open fire roasting chestnuts in an iron skillet.
The dried leaves from the Judea tree hurried along hardly waving goodbye as they passed by my window,
An autumn cornucopia.
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