The wind is chilled
crisp as the dead leaves
Cold but the knitted pleasant sweater keep me warm
The ground crunches with every step in my autumn boots
Child at play; playing in the leaves
This autumn breeze is just in need
The heavenly scent of dead leaves and pumpkins
catch me in a lost memory
spooky nights
as the branches rustle in the night scene
such a glories night as the moon shines bright
finding my path along these woods
back into my home
for the apple cider will warm my soul
as the first sip will burn my throat
but its remedy with be alright
This cold crisp night
makes me want to snuggle tonight
Maybe a scary tale
Will keep me close by your side
by candle light
For the witches will fly high tonight
And the creatures come creeping out
such a howl night
reminding me how beautiful
this autumn breeze really means to me