I enjoy crisp fall mornings
When you can hear the crickets crowing softly in the distance
As a quiet breeze whispers lovely secrets to the trees
Gently caressing the faces of the leaves with care and ease

I enjoy crisp fall mornings
When the windows are slightly cracked open
And you breathe in the cool air
Slowly
It feels strong and compressed
But refreshing and awakening

I enjoy crisp fall mornings
That are accompanied by a warm cup of tea
With a blanket of sweet solitude wrapped around my shoulders
And everything feels like bliss