Autumn

Yes, it's that time of year again...


Autumn

Wander down the garden path, love,
linger by the wall.
Blossom days are passing fast
in winds that whisper fall.

Leaves hold yet a heady hue, love,
but there is a kiss
blushing brown upon the cheek;
a pebble in the bliss.

Stay no longer than you must, love,
for the days turn cold.
Summer’s sun is setting fast
and we are growing old.