Autumn

I dream of a place that is the utmost pinnacle of pretty,

Beautiful.

Different shades relay, 

And race within the day,

The time just tells the hue-to-go..

Clouds setting high and stretched,

As if it were milk freshly seeping through dark coffee..

A galaxy display is arrayed,

Into timeless galleries,

Sweeter than toffee..

It's autumn,

So the drips of seasons change,

Have twisted leaves to Orange..

Like pumpkin spice, pie, hoodies,

And soup, porridge.. 

The trees freckle flair,

And drop brown leaves down everywhere.

Leaves accumulated into piles,

Molded by Mother Nature,

With time to spare..

The temperature is perfect,

The rainy days are more than worth it.

Eating ice cream,

Baking cookies,

And latte slurping.

Holidays are included,

With your family secluded,

Into a nest of love, above, all other things,

And deeply-rooted.

The flowers perk up before they rest for the time being.

Football games are on,

The dips, and tailgating,

For times-keeping..

Fall aroma seduces all of your senses,

Turkey, Ham, cranberry, Thanksgiving Dinner, delicious.

It's the perfect time of year,

And I'm glad that it's here.

Hopefully, it's the better half of the year,

With the rest in the mirror..