I love these days that wander in-
Softer now, like an age-old friend
that without a word, I somehow know
is here to share my wealth and woe.

I love these days- the colors pure-
Like masterpieces they endure
And paint a rainbow in the trees
that whispers with each gentle breeze.

I love these days- the nights of skies
that glisten with a million eyes-
Of stars I still do wish upon
As I watch my life continue on...

I love these days- I treasure all
the secrets of the coming Fall.
I hold on tight and cannot let go-
For I am
so afraid
of snow...