She stings me in the morning
Her sharp wind cuts my face
I wonder where the summer went
But for her, it’s not a race.
She breaks and cracks underneath my feet
Her leaves, they just keep falling
She thinks she’s losing all her strength, and
She knows that winter's calling
Her name is Autumn, gorgeous gold
Still young at heart, but feels so old
When all her reds have turned to brown
Her skin is shedding to the ground
I’m there to catch it, if I can
So I reach out my pale skinned hand
I hold on to her until she’s gone
And Winter sings the saddest song
-Holly Wolti 10/23/12
-Holly Wolti 10/23/12
