A cornucopia of colors
Bursts to life before my eyes
As everything green
Around me dies.
The smell filling the air
Surrounding me is
So sweet, so sentimental
And as I close my eyes
I am transported back
Through time.
I am a child once again
Running down this street,
Passed the haunted house
On the corner,
Innocence seeping from
Every pore
Leaving a trail to help
Guide me back.
The wind is blowing,
The leaves are changing,
And I wouldn't have it
Any other way.