Old October Morning

In the hush of early autumn light, when chimney smoke curls above moss-covered rooftops and frost clings to pumpkin vines, Old October Morning awakens. The heart is rich and comforting with warm pumpkin steeped in spiced cream, swirling with ribbons of cinnamon and clove, like the first sip of a beloved brew beside a crackling hearth. Picture worn wool scarves and ink-stained journals that read of old tales and left open on peaceful window seats.