the leaves begin to fall
a breeze from the West
a cuddle from a lover
his hand upon my chest

soon comes white
blanketing the land
hot cocoa and trees
peace to all man

as the gust settles
and dark turns to light
the sun begins to shine
flowers and picturesque nights

soon the sun beats heavy
and we long for some shade
kids running everywhere
then back to fallen leave days

© Heather Miller