September

The sweet scent of summer air
is wafting through my lover's hair.
I drink it in and hold it there
for Fall is drawing ever near.

The freckles on her face I see
will soon be lost in rustling leaves.
I kiss them sweetly in the sun
and feel the crispness of the air.

An apple resting on the ground
and in her hair a golden brown
She wears the season like a smile
Autumn you are finally here.