Sweet Autumn

Sweet autumn of my memory
oh that sweet time bye and bye
bare cotton fields and bales of hay
fallen leaves the color of rye

brisk breeze that brushed the strands of my hair
when pecans I did pick
from a tree in granny's old back yard
perched there beside the creek

I can feel it now if I close my eyes
southern dew that comes with twilight
while on the porch gathered round
a pumpkin daddy carved with his knife

yes orange, brown, yellow, red
October colors that fill my mind
when I rode with my love in a hayride wagon
in 1859

sweet autumn it comes back to me
time and time again
to take me on my trip back home
to remember life back when

© Dixie Dawn Michelle. All rights reserved, 2009