Subtle Power
The home in fall, with its comforts and charms,
The scent of an oven roasting weaves its spell,
A dance of flavors in the air, a tale to tell,
As the oven hums and warmth wraps its arms.
Quiet and warm within, a silent refuge,
Where laughter plays and memories tread,
A time when thoughts gently rest in my head.
Amidst the world’s chaotic deluge.
And in the fresh chill of the wind outside,
A symphony of rustling leaves and gentle sighs,
Nature's lullaby beneath the darkening skies,
A moment of stillness, a place to confide.
So I pause and savor this quiet hour,
Embrace the peace, the beauty of the fall,
Where time stands still, in this tranquil thrall,
A meditation on the home's subtle power.
