
Gold, yellow, red
A carpet of leaves
It crunched beneath their feet
As they played in the light of the golden afternoon
Cheeks rosey and hair wild
Autumn had come
-gws

Gold, yellow, red
A carpet of leaves
It crunched beneath their feet
As they played in the light of the golden afternoon
Cheeks rosey and hair wild
Autumn had come
-gws

Gray mornings where the fog veils the landscape in its cloak of chilly mystery and muffles the sounds of a busy fall commute -gws

Vibrant yellow ginkgo leaves gilding the sidewalks in the tea-colored afternoon sunlight. -gws

I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel. -gws