queenofhell

The wind whispers softly, a chill in its breath,
As summer slips quietly, meeting its death.
Golden leaves flutter, like flames in the breeze,
Painting the world with the hues of the trees.

Sweaters emerge from the backs of our drawers,
Worn like warm hugs as the cold wind roars.
The skies turn to amber, the daylight grows shy,
As night falls earlier with stars in the sky.

Candles flicker in windows, their soft, gentle glow,
Casting long shadows on the ground below.
Cocoa and blankets, a book in your hand,
Cozy nights drift like waves on the sand.

The world slows its pace, the air crisp and clear,
And in every cool breeze, autumn is here.