Mourning Autumn

Her hair,

Long and brown,

With that hint of red.

Her eyes,

Blue and bright,

With that touch of green.

Her style,

Bubbly and pink,

With all that glitter.

This is the Autumn

I once knew.

But like all seasons,

That Autumn has gone.

And although I look outside,

And I see the Autumn leaves,

I know in my heart,

She won’t come back.

I am mourning Autumn.

And as a tribute to her,

I’ll grab my tattered

Jean jacket,

I’ll throw on

My old black tennis shoes,

And I’ll go for a walk.

Through all the colors

And rain, 

And cool, 

Crisp air.

And every so often,

I’ll stop and smell the roses.