the age of apples
Autumn is the age of apples
The era of stories' ends
Autumn is the loss of cerulean blues
Dull grays around the bend
But on that other side of the wide expanse of summer
We'd run wild through orange leaves, picking sunset-color apples
Slice them up and dip them in warm caramel
That we bought under silver skies for a dollar
Winter is the age of darkness
The era of silence and waiting
Winter is the reign of cold, gray skies
Days short and quiet and stinging
But when it started to get cold out, we'd barrel down the hills
Then head back inside, cheeks flushed pink from the chill
Hot cocoa in our hands, watch the snow through the window
Huddled together, warm and safe from the cold
Autumn is the age of apples
The era of stories' ends
Autumn is the loss of cerulean blues
Dull grays around the bend
Autumn is the reign of death
And the life of memory
But I think that there is life there too
When everyone's here with me
Far away we converge in constellations
Look up into our far-flung tessellations
To see we're all trying to build a home
To make a place where we are not alone
The era of stories' ends
Autumn is the loss of cerulean blues
Dull grays around the bend
But on that other side of the wide expanse of summer
We'd run wild through orange leaves, picking sunset-color apples
Slice them up and dip them in warm caramel
That we bought under silver skies for a dollar
Winter is the age of darkness
The era of silence and waiting
Winter is the reign of cold, gray skies
Days short and quiet and stinging
But when it started to get cold out, we'd barrel down the hills
Then head back inside, cheeks flushed pink from the chill
Hot cocoa in our hands, watch the snow through the window
Huddled together, warm and safe from the cold
Autumn is the age of apples
The era of stories' ends
Autumn is the loss of cerulean blues
Dull grays around the bend
Autumn is the reign of death
And the life of memory
But I think that there is life there too
When everyone's here with me
Far away we converge in constellations
Look up into our far-flung tessellations
To see we're all trying to build a home
To make a place where we are not alone
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Writer(s): Katie Garner
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