Hello, Autumn?
Where are you?
Where are you, Autumn?
I long for you:
your cold touch greets my skin;
your wispy auburn hair blows & tangles,
hiding the rose red of your wind-kissed cheeks.
My flannel uniform keeps me temperate;
My pumpkin spiced latte keeps me chic.
Your head, resting on my shoulder keeps me full.
Earlier and earlier the sun dips into the sea;
a chilling reminder that maybe Autumn,
sweet Autumn, wasn't meant to be.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Hello, Autumn?
Where are you?
Where are you, Autumn?
I long for you:
your cold touch greets my skin;
your wispy auburn hair blows & tangles,
hiding the rose red of your wind-kissed cheeks.
My flannel uniform keeps me temperate;
My pumpkin spiced latte keeps me chic.
Your head, resting on my shoulder keeps me full.
Earlier and earlier the sun dips into the sea;
a chilling reminder that maybe Autumn,
sweet Autumn, wasn't meant to be.
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