The crisp of autumn’s sigh
brushes my hair into my eyes
With a giggle that muffles
behind my closed lips
I am kissed with a
nostalgic bliss
Beauties of golds, reds, and yellows
orange and faded greens of trees
A crunch follows me with every footstep
Upon fallen leaves
I am lulled into a wakening dream
a fairy tale I love so well
Made up with every single sight
a sight that leaves me breathless and light
So innocent, how children do
living within their childhood hue
I grasp for that inner being,
that little girl that never stopped dreaming
and its so wonderful, that naivete
to stop and not worry of how life is supposed to be