Autumn

The leaves begin to fall from above,
Gold and red shower down onto the roof.
Everything begins to fit like a glove,
All my worries disappear with a poof.

The growl of the wind gives me a sense of relaxation,
The coolness of the breeze gives me a sense of placidness.
Right now I feel like I’m on vacation,
But really I remain in the same location.

Summer, spring or winter it may be,
But rather autumn, the thing I see.