When fair October finds me
I will be awaiting him,
With cups of steaming cider
And the crunching of
Autumn leaves beneath my feet.
We will walk hand-in-hand
While marvelling at the turning colors,
Then I’ll run between the naked trees
Laughing at him trying to catch me
As the scarlet creeps into his cheeks.
The smell of pumpkin pies baking
And lit sugar plum candles
Will awaken our hunger for sweetness;
He will find his craving appeased
In my tasty Apple Crisp lips.
Then when the golden horizon melts
Into a sea of bare-armed branches,
We will warm our fingers and noses
Amid the toasty fireplace flames
And talk late into the molasses evening.
When fair October finds me,
I will be ready to fall in love