Winter > Autumn

I can feel the testy frost getting to me.

The memories of the umber wood in the fireplace

Breath's steam seeping into the air

Yet it's still Autumn.

The crisp leaves crunching on the ground in delight

The red wagons pulled about by the young children

But winter is near... it's fingertips gently settling upon my shoulders

begging me to remember it's touch

Daring me to dream of the dark mornings and darker nights

Pleading for my memories of snow and ice

The cool tendrils reaching into my consciousness

I cannot deny Autumn

But Winter is far sexier