Early morning dew on blades of grass,
Water drops glistening as I pass,
Temperature down, a chill in the air,
Leaves from green to gold, they turn,
Added layers, a scarf and hat,
Breezy evenings, trees in rhythmic sway, harmonizing with the breeze,
The smell of autumn, crisp and clear,
My favorite season of the year.
And what of you, dear friend of mine?
What season brings you joy divine?
Is it summer, with sun and sand?
Or the wintertime, blanketed in snow?
Whatever it may be, let it bring you cheer,
For each season has its own unique atmosphere.
Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style 