I'm born when the leaves are smokey brown and burgundy red.
I'm around the time with wool sweaters,
The time when girls wear boots for styles.
This is the season to drink hot cinnamon spice tea,
Jump in heaps of leaves till you sink.
My month is warm, crisp, soothing, fresh,
It's a fresh new start.
Ripe plump pumpkins and sweet baked potato pie,
Jean weather and hat weather.
This month only comes around when there's a new start in life,
And that's me.