Yes, I remember Autumn,
the fondness I felt recalling
the look, the feel, the smell of her.
a patchwork quilt of golden hues
that glistened brightly
in an afternoon's light.
a delicate blend of burning fireplaces
mixed with the crisp bite of a winter's chill.
I remember Autumn,
we were children together.
Running, cavorting through a wonderland
of brilliant siennas
beneath a shower of trembling leaves.
The playground is empty now,
the swing stands motionless,
and only the memory remains
of the moments we shared.
Autumn, yes, I remember Autumn;
she is a Season
savored with memories.
Memories of pleasant childhoods,
traditional family gatherings,
and the long-forgotten kisses of old sweethearts.
she is Earth's artistic aurora.