Fall is my best friend.

i see her only once a year,

each year she reminds me

why she’s my favorite.

she has deep red lips,

and always wears brightly colored sweaters.

her breath is crisp and cold.

her hands warm;

from the third festive drink she’s held today.

she smiles, laughs, and cries,

letting go of her stress.

She smells of apples and cinnamon.

we make baked goods, 

and realize we overcooked them,

but giggle and eat them regardless.

we carve pumpkins, 

not worried they will only last for a few weeks.

we plan each minute we have together

living in the moment.

October is filled with my heart,

it’s where I belong.

sitting covered in leaves bundled in a sweater.

watching the clouds pass,

and trees let go of their weight.

using pumpkin scented lotion,

while waiting for the rain that was forecasted.

People often fall in love in fall,

so I fell in love with fall. 

I guess I must have misheard them. 

but loving fall makes me alive, 

so i have nothing to take back.

Fall is my best friend.

she finds the beauty in change,

and enhances it.

my heart is vowed to her,

each beat pumping blood,

that hopes she won’t leave this time,

but her time passes and winter must take over.

I sit for the next year waiting for her touch.