I hope you all have fantastic weekend plans which involves books, snuggly blankets and a hot chocolate or two.
Due to it being Autumn I have chosen an Autumn poem.
A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
T. E. Hulme