Autumn

I want a Sunday kind of love
Which brings a lazy sun undreamed of
Who, sheepishly peeks in,
Wondering where I have been.

This Autumn isn't gullible at all,
For nineteen she'll offer me a thick shawl,
A blue one- to remind me of summer skies,
Peace,navy and someone's blue eyes.

Dear Autumn,
You always make me feel so old
When rusty memories you unfold..
But, I love this damp smell of leaves so much-
Maybe you're right, maybe I'm just a larch.