Autumn Grace

She loves the idea of autumn
Cozy, sweater weather, and pumpkin
Boots, knitted hats, and a cup of coffee
The smell of old books, bonfires and crisp air.

Although she belongs in a tropical state
She is obsessed with autumn
All these bliss is music in her ears
Like the cold wiind blowin'
And the leaves fallin'.

She is such an autumn person
Give her a simple view of gorgeous trees
Warm socks and pretty colors;
And a pathway to that place
You'll see her running through the gate.

She never understood why she loves
The golden crimson and red leaves
Until she realise she was born in november
Where no spring nor summer beauty
Hath such grace.

by Vember Francisco

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Comments (2)

Vember, such a great write...10++++
Until she realise she was born in november Where no spring nor summer beauty Hath such grace. i am also born in november and liked ur poem very much..The golden crimson and red leaves of november.. fine description in poetic words.. thank you dear poet. tony