melancholy sets in as moments swiftly pass
although the season is still Autumn
I feel as though I've missed its spirit...
Autumn, won't you linger
for just a little while?
I've yet to rake the leaves on a brisk day
and then jump into the pile
with the recklessness of youth.
Autumn, won't you linger
for just a little while?
I've yet to walk through the woods
and hear the leaves crunching underfoot
as blue sky peeks through now-bare branches.
Autumn, won't you linger
for just a little while?
I've yet to gather apples at the orchard,
carve pumpkins for the porch,
or pause to watch the geese flying low
on their journey south.
Autumn, won't you linger
for just a little while?
I want to taste the sweet and tart pairing
of a juicy caramel apple,
and see my breath fly away
in the early morning hours,
I long to relish the smell of musky leaves
as they decay beneath the tree,
and carry the last of the sunflowers
from the garden to the house.
Autumn, won't you linger
for just a little while?
