I know autumn’s been done a thousand times before
But this year, it’s different.
Everything’s orange: the leaves, the pumpkins, your hair
We curl up in our burrow to hibernate
You gather me in your arms like a harvest
The days are short, but at least the nights are long.
At Guy Fawkes fireworks sparkle like your eyes
The bonfire inside me crackles and flames
The first hints of frost tingle like your touch on my skin.
I wish autumn could stay forever, but it can’t and now winter’s come
It will be dull and cold and miserable
Because you’re gone.