September blues

September Blues

Grey Skies,
Crisp air,
Red leaves,
Empty street.

Walk to a mighty oak tree willow dear willow please sing to me. Mistletoe green mountains of gray Air colder than ice hearts stiffer than clay.

Cold mornings,
Closed eyes,
football games,
filled up seats.

Sweet smell of Autumn Fresh and clean. Stars above shine, dear old stars please shine on me.Warmth of a shoulder a place to cuddle oh a place to lean.

September Blues