Late Sumer's Child

"An ode to my favorite season, Autumn. there used to be more verses but it felt too long and so I boiled it down to a little poem."

She wears lonely like a gown
all dressed up for a night on the town
she likes to show it around
and she likes a chill in the evening
it makes her feel a little wild
Late summer's child
Ooo late summer's child
Just like an early morning airport
she'll make you feel a little blue
but just the way you like to
she knows there's nothing quite like leaving
when the wind hits your face and you're finally breathing
and your heart gets quiet
ooo late summer's child

Let there be no mistake
it's love she means to make
but she can't help a little heart break
when the sky starts growing cold
with the early threat of snow
it feels like dying but you know
it's time to let her go