Sweater sleeves dangling past your cold fingertips;
leaves drifting soundlessly to your feet.
The air is so cool and crisp and it feels so clean
and fresh against your skin and in your lungs.
You can feel the past slipping away,
making way for the new and exciting things the autumn season brings you.

Long, intellectual, enlightening conversations
that happen in the coziest of places with the friendliest of people.
Warm coffees and teas drank next to equally as
warm fireplaces and comforters.
Ginger and spice scenting every home you enter.

Wishes being made and promises being kept.
Walking hand in hand with the love of your life,
wearing jackets and mittens and knowing that everything is finally alright.
Nose kisses and long hugs to chase away the cold.

I wouldn't call is autumn so much as the one time of year you ever feel at home.

Long walks, midnight talks
These are things I love the most
Take your jacket, let's go for a walk
Tell me that this love is true
Don't keep me hanging on you
Stay by my side 'cause I need you
Say you need me too

I marvel at green field and tree
But soon I spy light industry.
I gaze along the far skylines
At swinging arms of white turbines;
At rolling hills and charming dales
Spoilt by major roads and rails;
At masts and pylons standing tall
By meadow, moor and grey stone wall.
I see hens and how they're fed;
They cluck and peck inside a shed.
Once in the yard and strutting free,
They're now confined by lock and key.
My ears hear farm machinery
That drowns out silent scenery;
And rumbling tractors down the lane
As frightening as an aeroplane.
My country stroll is nearly done
But it hasn't really been much fun.
The hand of man is everywhere:
For wild and wondrous, look elsewhere.

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