Autumn, some may call it
My favorite season of the year
Never too hot
Never too cold
Just the kind of right temperature
School opens too
Too many people
For the life of me
Lecture halls and hallways overflowing
Elevators are worse
Might as well be claustrophobic
''Keep walking'' I think
Detached
Silent
Thoughts of him linger from time to time
From the time we met during summer
What a time
One night it was
Under the moonlight it was
Thoughts of him it is
Until I saw him again
This fall I saw him again
I did
Heart beating
Palms sweating at his sight
Same eyes green
Same hair blonde
Same height tall
Same hugs warm
Under the moonlight again it was
The autumn leaves falling
Adding to his beauty
A beautiful season it is.
