I'm sitting at my desk, writing this.
The breeze is blowing heavily On my lazy body.
The scene outside is familiar and haunting.
Bringing back memories, I thought were once dead.
Autumn leaves lay in puddles
And cars fly down the wet road.
My favorite sound in the world.; For reasons unknown.
The season is at it's peak, snow is rushing in.
But if it can, just for awhile; not come until December.
I want to remember this chilly November.
I want to remember the small orange trees under
The lamp posts in the parking lot.
And how much I've craved this Autumn splendor.