An ocean away, You come to say, That you love me, In many ways, The aroma of my perfume, The Celeste touch of my skin, My raven hair, And rosy red lips, You say you yearn for my love, Every single second of the day.
Nature has shed her dress Of verdant summer greens Replaced by a gown of golden red But all to soon that gown will fall and fade To reveal nature as a glorious **** Standing stately in the cold
So many interpretations of autumn, just fancied a different approach