Fall gets in without asking and grasps the wicked wheel of the year. He presses cut apples to your lips, erasing the memory of other seasons. Then he drives you through the night, tearing color from the trees.
Fall gets in without asking and grasps the wicked wheel of the year. He presses cut apples to your lips, erasing the memory of other seasons. Then he drives you through the night, tearing color from the trees.