Golden, amber, yellow and red
These are the colors I envision in my head
Not the colors I see for the leaves are various browns
And don't even get me started on the psycho clowns
Hot cocoa, apple cider, and pumpkin spice tea
These are the things that ought to warm and fill me
Instead, chocolate milk, apple juice, and pumpkin lemonade
80 degrees in November, the summer refuses to fade
Big sweaters, cute hats, and flannels galore
These are the fall fashions we love and adore
Yet shorts, sunscreen, and sandals abound
And the only thing that falls are our tears to the ground
-Written by: A girl longing for Loyd auditorium temperatures-





















