As autumn begins to bleed into a finer chill,
I have an innate urge to rush this period of transition,
but to resist the changes of a season is to miss
the subtle slowing and awakening of the earth.
Despite decaying leaves and claustrophobic skies,
there is a feeling called apricity to look forward to.
A word to describe those crystalised days in winter
when the sun accompanies a cheerful sky.
Also felt in the warming of chilled cheeks, numb nose,
heated rugs beside a fireplace,
warm drinks and longer mornings in bed.
With the softening sensation of apricity in mind,
no longer grasping onto the vibration of summer,
I can allow myself to sink into the gentle pace
of the world around me.
Sara Perry 
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