Tales of autumn

You’ll stay ‘til the autumn leaves fall
Until the mercury hits forty
The bright skies fade, the pigments change in deciduous trees
Slipping through your fingertips and brushed from the streets

You’ll stay for the last bright sunset
Until you’re shivering outside
Watching orange wavelengths twist and bounce of the clouds

And tales of autumn always catch the sunsets but they never stay for what happens next
And tales of autumn just describe the golden leaves but they never skip to what happens next

You’ll stay for the Labour Day sales
For the speeches and the crowds
The fireworks and the street parades and then hit the road
And then hit the roads

And tales of autumn last until the clocks go back but they never stay for what happens next
And tales of autumn last until the darkness falls but never stay for what happens next

And I’d pin fallen leaves to the windswept trees
If you’d stay will me I’d bet you could find something to love
I’ll make all the clocks British Summer Time
If you’d stay will me I’d bet you could write a thousand tales from the autumn
That echo of love
Lost autumn tales
That stretch beyond the clocks going back

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