Wind filters through
The now red hued trees.
It sounds like chiming bells
And children’s laughter in the day.
Couples look up at the sky,
Arms locked tightly
Against the cool kiss of the breeze,
The blue sky
And colored leaves
Adored by the romantics.
At night the chill air,
Blackened and lit
By candles and stars,
Bounds the couple’s hands once again.
The pumpkins’ smile,
The thinning vale,
The bright witch moon’s glow,
And the cat’s black hair
All give me a reason to smile.
I want to dance
Under the rain of leaves,
Paled by the Autumn moon.
This is fall
And I have fallen
For its charming hues.
Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground – The White Stripes