In The Fall...

I remember the warm bright hues that colored the trees,
Like an autumn sunset painted on a canvas,
When you hear the crisp crackling of the fallen leaves,
Cool breezes that leave you completely breathless.
The aroma of warm, freshly-baked pumpkin pie,
The rich taste of melted chocolate in a deep blue mug,
The white wisps of breath you see when you sigh,
Short days with long nights in your bed all snug,
Like a summer day that has gone and faded away,
When lush green leaves have changed to red and brown,
A wish for the radiant summer sun to stay,
Yet all through the trees is a quiet and deafening sound.



*Written in 2008 for literature class.