Luke warm was the weather that maybe kept us, and beautiful were the leaves that fell when he left.
Summer was gone and winter stayed a bit longer than I would have liked, I was glad to see Autumn again
Caramel yellow, red, and the deepest green set a sense of fall & through it all I'd remember Autumn
the way the trees swayed in the breeze, my soul could be at eased by his voice and the choice to rejoice come dawn
I'll always remember -never summer, spring, winter always Autumn!