Monday, December 9, 2013

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.