My Picnic Dream...

The crinkled crisp, rustling sound,
A burning orange, beneath my feet,
A naked tree, rooted from the ground,
Fingerless gloves, the wind I feel,
A memory, a smell of a picnic sandwich
The autumn sun, warmth on my cheek,
Blinded by a love, lips of strawberry lip balm,
The fresh taste of sparkling peach water,
In this moment, I saw a twisted leaf just fall,
Beautiful, as the day breathes it's life cycle,
Air in my lungs, sitting with my love, how exciting,
Not a butterfly to be seen,
Only the ones, that I can feel,
She is my autumn breeze,
She is, 
My picnic dream...