Autumn Brunehtide

Steam rises up from a ceramic cup

Crumbs on the napkin,

morning waking up

Crisp fallen leaves drift down in amber and gold

A quiet story waiting to unfold (mm-mm)

Pages turning slow beside the window pane

Outside the sky is humming with early autumn rain

Coffee and biscuits on a wooden chair

Books stacked high in the cool October air

Russet and copper painted everywhere

And the morning light across her brunette hair (yeah)

A dog-eared page holds where she was before

Barefoot footsteps across the creaky floor

Cinnamon aroma dancing with the steam

Drifting like an easy afternoon

dream

Time forgets to run when the weather turns cold Every yellow leaf

is a secret told

And in this quiet corner that the season made

I watch the shadows gently softly fade

Coffee and biscuits on a wooden chair

Books stacked high in the cool October air

Russet and copper painted everywhere

And the morning light across her brunette hair

(across her brunette hair)

Autumn colors...

warm and rare

Just her brunette hair (hummmm)