Autumn

Autumn

I love the Autumn,

And yet I cannot say

All the thoughts and things

That make me feel this way.

I love walking on the angry shore,

To watch the angry sea;

Where summer people were before,

But now there's only me.

I love wood fires at night

that have a ruddy glow.

I stare at the flames

And think of long ago.

I love the feeling down inside me

That says to run away

To come and be a gypsy

And laugh the gypsy way.

The tangy tast of apples,

the snowy mist at morn,

The wandelust inside you

When you hear the huntsman's horn.

Nostalgia-that's the Autumn,
Dreaming through Soptember
Just a million lovely things
I will always remember.

-Jacqueline Kennedy Bouvier