Autumn

The softer kin of winter Brownish leaves crippled beneath my feet Sing baby birds, sing The harsh winter is near Sweet kinder winds blowing through my hair The softer kin of winter campfires and laughter filled the crispy nights The unpleasant kin is near The slightly kissed of the sun Whispers of the pumpkins king, "No more pies please" The softer kin of winter Wrap your body tight the other kin is almost here Dancing in the crispy air Such memories to make and to make and to make We don't speak of that other kin only The softer kin of winter