An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

cool winds blow the temperature no longer peaks over one hundred autumn is near green with a tinge of orange and red the trees put on their russet crowns clear blue sky perfect for the harvest festivals apple pie and cider favorite time of the year days grown shorter nights grow longer stories around the campfire the earth prepares to sleep the birds go on vacation I sit on the porch swing the chill in my bones