Autumn Song

The crispen lips of autumn when pumpkin leaflets fill the air and sing-ed wood is smoking bare is freedom. It's the crackle 'neath your bundled feet and scarves tied loose and apple pinched cheeks and majesty you'll never reach from a window. It's linking arms with your closest friend and letting the warming sun pretend it's working. It's chipmunks still and frozen there beneath the tree, nuts everywhere a glint in their eyes and they're back in their lair cheeks popped full of magic. This kiss is the glory of your love's embrace lying there you're face to face 'till slumber 'Till the big goodnight, 'till the bright snow light, "till winter...