Golden or brown, rustling sound,
producing a colorful town.
Floating down, paving the ground,
piled in mounds,
now jump on the padded mounds.
Heart chilly, cool winds blow,
dragging heart towed,
true emotions be told.
Little warning, like a cancelled show.
Beauty turning season,
left without a reason.
Relationship turned to treason.
No hair-pins, no stared grins,no more messy sheets,
the sheets are now pinned...