The stillness
of these golden trees,
Autumn's first breath
blowing through their leaves
has me remembering
the way you brush
your fingertips
against my cheek
while I'm lying next to you
on a Saturday morning
after a long night
of play.
And like the breeze
of this mid September evening,
your touch
makes delicate goosebumps rise
on my fair, freckled skin
that not even my
favorite sweater
can cure.
It is truly
all of these sweet,
delicate things
that make you my
favorite season.
Copyright © 2020 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
The stillness
of these golden trees,
Autumn's first breath
blowing through their leaves
has me remembering
the way you brush
your fingertips
against my cheek
while I'm lying next to you
on a Saturday morning
after a long night
of play.
And like the breeze
of this mid September evening,
your touch
makes delicate goosebumps rise
on my fair, freckled skin
that not even my
favorite sweater
can cure.
It is truly
all of these sweet,
delicate things
that make you my
favorite season.
Copyright © 2020 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
