To be loved as autumn.

 In the motions of a winter morning frosty a little cold I found myself longing autumn's season and leaves all brimmed with gold

I stepped out into the depths of light, a new day arises well, and I had found in quiet thought how I knew of winter well

For winter comes with loftly breeze and chilling smiles Although it loves, I confined to hold it closely throughout my warming gloves

I brace myself for all its changes, if need be the drops of rain and come to find a gentle place inside for winters pain

Ohhh to be loved as autumn Whilst all the colours come the more, and leave behind those moments falling Pretty leaves upon the floor