AUTUMN

The summer's gone,

And the autumn breeze,

Played with my hair,

And did as it pleased.

 

The chilly morning air,

A slap in the face,

Shiver and shudder,

Weather with such grace.

 

Red crisp leaves,

Lay on the floor,

The satisfying crunch,

As you step on many more.

 

It's time I say,

For the fuzzy blankets,

Bundle yourself up,

And forget the regrets.