All the leaves now red in color
Compliment the brown of others
Falling to the ground in haste
A twist of warming cinnamon taste
Candles burn inside closed doors
As the rain outside comes down (it pours)
The smell of pumpkin fills the air
As the bears return to their yearly lair
The cold of winter air it lingers
Chilling toes and bones and fingers
Jackets are still getting thicker
As the candles burning begin to flicker
As the hours fade from November days
The birds fly south in search of rays
I can’t join birds in their southern flight
I have to bear the autumn nights
I must learn to survive, this I know
As the reddened leaves turn into snow.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
All the leaves now red in color
Compliment the brown of others
Falling to the ground in haste
A twist of warming cinnamon taste
Candles burn inside closed doors
As the rain outside comes down (it pours)
The smell of pumpkin fills the air
As the bears return to their yearly lair
The cold of winter air it lingers
Chilling toes and bones and fingers
Jackets are still getting thicker
As the candles burning begin to flicker
As the hours fade from November days
The birds fly south in search of rays
I can’t join birds in their southern flight
I have to bear the autumn nights
I must learn to survive, this I know
As the reddened leaves turn into snow.
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