there’s a new bite to the winds
that used to kiss my face with a soft warmth.
The leaves are curling at the edges,
showing their last fiery burn,
before they turn brown and descend
down to the dirt.
The blades of grass, slicked with dew
now glisten with frost in the morning.
Baby, it’s getting cold outside,
and all I want is you, inside,
I’ll keep you warm inside my heart,
and we will go through fall,