You stayed through my ever-changing colors, loved me through vibrant greens into warm oranges; yet each season it seemed as if our colors never synched.
Some years we change earlier than the other, always too early or too late, though year after year at different stages we hope to finally match. Autumn was always our season. our moment of truth and catch-up.
And so we fall once more as the autumn leaves around us do, and I can only hope this time your yellows match mine. ✰
Some years we change earlier than the other, always too early or too late, though year after year at different stages we hope to finally match. Autumn was always our season. our moment of truth and catch-up.
And so we fall once more as the autumn leaves around us do, and I can only hope this time your yellows match mine. ✰
