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