the leaves are falling from the trees a bundle of reds and browns and greens the cold air begins to settle in it rests on your chest, making its home there slowly becoming a never ending shiver the color dropping from your eyes just like the dying leaves your eyes soon become as dull as the naked trees
but i will swallow the sun to keep you warm holding you between my arms allowing the reds and browns and greens to continue to thrive in your eyes i will tuck away the cold for the iciness of autumn brings the falling apart and i would rather fall together
the boy with forest eyes thrives in the spring and summer, but the colder months bring a dull look to his eyes. he changes with the seasons, autumn seems to be the hardest.