fall heart, empty hands

Let me show you how I feel autumn. 

Let me guide your fingers

To the particular shade of burnt orange

That runs in my veins 

And turns my heart to cinnamon. 

Let me show you how I feel autumn. 

Let me demonstrate the deep, deep

Breath that takes in all the 

Falling leaves and pumpkin spice

And apple nutmeg baking. 

Let me show you how I feel autumn. 

Let me flirt with the wind and 

Watch as he winks in full color and his

Dried leafy fingers wind up my spine. 

Our favorite, spectacular dance. 

Let me show you how I feel autumn. 

Let me run and jump and ponder 

And cuddle and breathlessly,

Wordlessly, full of life,

Let my golden eyes show you how I see autumn.