Red Leaf

Wet from the rain; you laugh in the hall, say,
"Summer feels strange." A red leaf on your sleeve from crossing the park,
You tuck your hair back and light up the dark.
Golden on your skin in the cold rosin, hold me close again,
Let the whole world spin.
Autumn on your breath, autumn in your eyes; tell me slow,
Tell me slow, like the trees tonight.
Amber leaves fall down,
And I let you stay; autumn on your breath,