Greetings! Come in! Drink!
Now is the season for mugs,
Together they sing,
Raised high and filled with sunlight.
“To the spoils of Autumn!”
Tag: autumn
Behold your mountains!
Breathtaking and beautiful.
Rolling fog may try,
Ever so, and with steady drums,
But /you/ withstand in silence.
Oh crisp Autumn day
How your falling leaves rejoice
Dancing to and fro
A lipstick bending red-orange
Kissing the wind evermore