It's autumn in the land I remember.
At once those leaves once green turn warm
when the laborious summer days seek rest.
We brace for winter's storm.
It's solemn in the land I recall.
Pinks and cremes turning to burgundys and browns
Hallowed, harrowing, but just... not... yet...
Ladies still donne skirts Uptown.
It's quiet in the land I remember.
Laughing, babbling brooks turn to clanking radiators
Warm winter boot heels need fixing up;
Leaving things here for later.
It's autumn in the land; I remember, I recall.
It's autumn in the land; trees stark, leaves fall.
It's autumn in the land...
...and I want it all.