It's a cold, windy October afternoon
Winter is grasping the necks,
Of the flowers yet to bloom

My fingers turn red,
My breath collects in the air
All of nature, becoming dead,
Feeling the wind rush past my hair

I get a cold chill,
Autmn reminds me of my belly filled
With Apple Cider and warm stew
And all the memories you,
And I, that we shared together
It's been a day and forever, but,
I can't stop seeing you in the decaying leaves