These evenings are almost perfect,
Cold and crisp, yet no bitterness is the air,
Just cold enough to wake the senses,
And bring your skin to life.

The air holds a smell,
A smell which always returns at this time of year.
The street is awash with beautiful golden colours.
Autumn trees so rich.

Within the darkening sky,
Lamplights producing wonderful yellow glows.

A tree stretches its branches out,
Towards the streetlight,
Surrounding it.
The lamp highlighting the brilliance in colour of the leaves
Creating natures beautiful lampshade.