To Autumn:
The scent of cinnamon steaming off my latte
I stare out the window at the various shades of leaves
People coming and going from this cafe
This is my favorite time of year but no one believes
How could you not love the burgundy sweaters
And pumpkins on the streets
No time could be better
Or have more yummy treats
The auburn sunsets
And birch trees
The way the winds perform a duet
With each individual breeze
Squirrels on the branches of oak
Their coats of fawn
Blending with the chimney smoke
All of this makes me feel drawn
To the baked goods with spice
And the cool moonlit nights
I would do it all twice
To experience these sights
But autumn will come and go
From summer’s blazing heat
To winter’s platinum snow
Yet no season will make me feel as complete
