The orange, brown color of leaves
Ringlets and curls my hair forms
Angelic, soothing, smell of fresh cut grass

I love lying looking at the sky
My thoughts wandering
Just like the leaves circling flights

The pumpkins I use for pumpkin pie
Sweet innocent smell of cinnamon
Flowers blooming at first light
Hearing birds sing in the morning bright
Warming sunrise that blooms in the sky
Reminding me of the love for him

The days I dream of jumping
Into the comforting piles of leaves
Autumn the season, October the month born,
The love of a bright autumn girl.