Olivia Henry || Issue 7 || November 4, 2024
A morning in Autumn
It’s cold outside
dawn has come, dew covers the city
fog floods the air
making the world unclear
as if it wasn’t hard to see already,
it is a quiet morning
until the sounds of creation begin
the wind blowing, cutting through the trees
the birds chirp and caw,
some whistle, others tweet
as if they were natures morning alarm
humans wake and rise
grab a cup of coffee, maybe tea
to help keep the eyes wide
enough to catch a glimpse of the sunrise
as it warms the earth and our faces alike
pulling ourselves together, we head out
walk, stumble or zipline
on time, maybe early, possibly late
but as we get through the door
we are met with a cold breeze
one that reminds us to dress warm,
warning us that winter isn’t far away
we inhale this chilly reality
and exhale misty clouds
stepping into the day
The Hudsonian 