Coco

The stars begin to realign,

Opening new doors,

As summer starts to resign.

With whispers of love anew,

Fall changes what we once knew.

Bringing us a new gentleness.

One made out of love,

The leaves fall down like routine, 

Their colors crisp and brown. 

I want to freeze this moment

When November comes around. 

The fluttering leaves that were once so lush and green and captivating and sang in the breeze,

Now, they are gold,

Wispy flakes nestled in among the reds and oranges,