Windy Streets

I walk along the windy streets
fallen leaves sweep across my boots
the suns warmth is getting weaker
I wrap my sweater a bit tighter round me
The transition of the season reflected
in the early dying light and fading flowers
Lost in the sounds of what I hear, wind blowing
pieces of oak leaf crunching beneath each step
destination unknown lost in my thoughts
as I walk along these windy streets
Thoughts of you how you love this time of change
pumpkins orangey hue, shafts of wheat colored stalks
the scent of rich red apples.
I miss you most this time of year when I can’t stop
thinking of my love for you as I walk these windy streets.