De-du-de-duh , de duh de duh!
If you listen carefully enough, you will hear Patricia the Stripper is playing.
With each coyly turning leaf, and cool morning breath, this is the suggestive feel of autumn.
How I long to cling to the warmth of summer. Or the fantasy of that warmth. To days on the beach, sexy bikinis...
But seeing as the trees feel free to disrobe themselves with gay abandon.
I thought I should too!
Dum, de-de, dum de-de!!
A sloughing down of the soul
A winding down of worry
To cosy into winter, into my warm winter fur coat (shhh! no knickers!)
And there I shall sit, by the crackling fire. finally doing my patchwork,
Making blackberry jam
Settling down into my bones