Thoughts
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make one feel this way.
I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there’s only me.
I love wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.
I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.
The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wonderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman’s horn.
Nostalgia—-that’s the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember
– Jacqueline Bouvier, Age 15