Resting under the dusky maple leaves

The color of freshly baked gingerbread

Inhaling the sweet yet crisp Autumn breeze

Even though all life is drooping down dead

The sun beams down gently warming my face

Whirling winds turn my nose ever rosy

As I join the bright leaves in endless chase

I yearn to leave the cold and be cozy

I rush to my friend's suburban shelter

Licking my chapped blue lips to warm them

Wish my scarf would not fight with the weather

To warm my hands I pull on my gloves' hem

I don’t know how I can feel this cheery

When everything will turn gray and dreary