I've been waiting for you,
and your crisp,
cold air that chills my lungs
as I inhale.
I've been so anxious
to hear the crunch
of your brilliantly colored
golden, crimson, brown leaves.
It's been so long
since I've heard
the cool wind
rush through the drying trees,
and walked the yard
to pick up horse chestnuts.
And that indescribably
perfect, nostalgic fragrance
that you bring in your breeze--
I've missed that very much.
But most of all,
I've missed the memories you bring back,
and the dropping temperature
that allows me to curl up
with my quilt and my book,
and bask in your beauty.
It's nice you see you again,
in true autumn.
Author notes
work in progress...haha 
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