Every single year I look forward to Fall
Out of the four seasons it is my favorite of all
I hear through my bedroom window the howling of the wind
Which reminds me this particular season will always be a friend
Honey baked ham and sweet pecan pie
May put a few extra pounds on the edge of my thighs
Sipping warm apple cider as I walk through the pumpkin patch
In hope that it is a cold I somehow do not catch
I watch the leaves change their colors as they fall from each tree
I look around at every miracle in this life that I see
Watching Disney movies and drinking hot cocoa
Wrapped in my fuzzy blanket with no place to go
Roasting marshmallows over the hot blazing fire
Dreaming of the love from a man whom I desire
My cheeks start to flush and my nose begins to run
Then I realize this season has only just begun
Holding my lovers hand as I lay on a pile of hay
I gaze at the stars and wish that it could stay this way
The fire burns out and the days grow colder
The Autumn breeze calms itself and my hands begin to look older
My lips start to chap and the snow starts to fall
Then I remember the days of Autumn, the best season of all