Typed by Nicole Lynn

Is there anything more cozy

than listening

to relaxing Christmas instrumentals,

softly,

while sipping tea

and reading

Miranda Mills’ The Country Commonplace Book for Winter?

On the first morning of my Thanksgiving holiday vacation,

at 10 a.m.,

the house is still quiet.

I’m fabulously undone

in my pajamas,

hair scooped into a messy bun,

dreams still sparkling in my eyes—

romanticizing holidays past,

the days of old,

a slower-paced life.

Simple, yet fulfilling.

Heartwarming.

I read the passages

Miranda has gathered over the years,

slowly,

savoring each syllable,

imagining the writer

who typed these words

so very long ago,

staring out into the same wide-open, natural world,

daydreaming,

romanticizing

their own days of old—

two thousand three hundred

to two thousand four hundred

years ago.

#tinyautumnpoem prompt by Beth Kempton

The Country Commonplace Book by Miranda Mills