| My Autumn
I miss crisp, fresh winds and crimson-golden smoldering skylines and cozy, oversized scarves and large sweaters and gloves and winter caps and the thrill of cool air dragging autumn into my lungs. I miss the pink in your cheeks and your fiery, icy blue eyes and the layers you always dressed in and seeing you as the cowboy to my pirate and wanting to cuddle up to you at the Homecoming game. I miss you, my autumn. love poems anonymous |