Intoxicated from the ambiance of Autumn I can feel my spirit fall, plummet from my precariously placed expectations entrenched in her enticing allure, while all my aspirations rupture I take action hoping to crystalize these fleeting sensations make them last, but there’s no chance and I know that! There’s a particular ambivalence in the breeze, it’s like she’s not sure whether to blow her majestic kiss in a new direction, or remain stationary. The trees turn crimson while I let the cold in, conflicted she claims torrid warmth could be imminent, though juxtaposed to the quivering temperature I’m hesitant to believe cause I can see the color of her leaves! As I waft this fragrant aroma her trans puts me in a comatose of bliss and I stand motionless, paralyzed while I realize that nature can’t reciprocate my affection cause she’s too busy affecting everything else.