It starts with a whisper, a softening light,
A little more magic at the edge of the night.
The blankets come out, and the candles glow,
While autumn taps gently on windows below.

Books find their way to the side of the fire,
Hot chocolate appears, just when we desire.
The world can rush on, we really don’t care,
There’s a little more wonder in the warmth that we share.

For cosy comes creeping, with slippers and cheer,
And whispers, the loveliest season is here. ☕📚🔥

JH