Russet Orange, Burning Red

Beauty comes from what is dead

Purgatory so exquisite

For the world it is requisite

Falling leaves and laughing children

Warm clothes to keep warmth hidden

Holding hands with those so dear

Celebrating our every fear

Pumpkin spice smells so nice

Take my advice, leave none for the mice

Eat a slice and don’t think twice

Tasting it is paradise

A walk in the park

A talk in the dark

Giggling till we all are shushed

But still our joy shall not be hushed

Living life in shades of brown

All are smiles none will frown

Leaves falling down

Create an earthen crown

Even when the sky seems grim

Rain falls like a sullen hymn

With all the joy this season shall bring

We hum along, our souls all sing

Golden Yellow and Grinning Pink

Fill the heart to the brink

The in between begins to unfurl

Here she comes, the basic white girl