Falling leaves?
Nowhere to be seen.
Crisp air?
Nothing but a hot breeze.
Red, orange, yellow bright?
Not here among the green.
Burning leaves and pumpkin patches?
Just scorching rays and sweat down the back.
I long to live in a place which says goodbye to summer with bright flashes of color, deep scents of cinnamon, pumpkin and apple. I long to have a home where the windows let in a cool breeze for a night of refreshing of sleep. A place which offers a new experience for all my senses with the passing of each month. Will I ever be able to live in my wonderland?
My life on an unexpected path 