Autumn leaves, orange, red, yellow fall on us in the road
A breeze blows, a crisp smell of cider
surrounds the cool air, sweet and calm.
Children play and jump in the patch,
orange smiles and candy apple laughter.
A favorite time, as the harvest calls,
autumn time turns into snowfall.
A Poem by: Lauren Pagliaro
Plaid Shirt: Ralph Lauren
Vegan Leather Pants: Impulse
Black Tank: Splendid
Booties: Dolce Vita for Target