The hot ice of the autumn air burns my throat & waters my eyes
Though I smile lovingly as I greet my cold companion
Its stained glass leaves caress me as the sun lazily illuminates the autumn trees & the dried grass
I hold my cold companion dear, an embrace both warm & freezing,
For an old friend, whom I miss, when the summer sun persists, or when the snow locks me in my abode
Or when cherry blossoms try to win me, I will always sigh for fall. A time held quite dear to me.
The smell of spice the taste of cider
There not a winter that shines brighter
Nor a summer that can bare a breeze much cooler
Autumn winds, like icy tulips