What Autumn Means To Me

Like old people waiting for G-d We watch the colourful leaves Fall from the branches We, then, watch the birds at play as others fly south And other animals wander looking for food For they know that time of essence As the cold weather will soon arrive There's no warmth of summer left But in a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top With a piece of pumpkin pie After a long walk in the brisk air And the fireplace is full of rage Roasting marshmallows on a cozy dark night We fall asleep in front of the smoldering ash And then, awake in the dimness Refreshed for the dawn