fall is my favorite

like a summer day you are not,
for those i like to spend wild and carefree,
alone in my happiness, savoring 
the independence and laughter.

more as a winter's night when i dread long hours
and darkness, reaching out to find the cold.
to keep you beside me under the blankets,
held in your warmth, i won't mind being trapped.

don't compare us to spring
because we're neither young nor blooming;
the years have weathered us and my cheeks, no longer rosy.
the rains come the same and you smile like a youth,

reminding me how you captured my heart in the first.
the places we've seen and seasons that've passed,
fall is my favorite because that's when i know
winter is coming; the anticipation, it's grand.