Unexpected Bliss

Dazzled by the allure and grace

of an October sunrise,

I lean in.

My whimsical view of autumn's romance,
Set to expire, and always too soon.
Sidewalks speckled in crimson and gold,
  An impressionist's masterpiece.

 

Tomorrow I’ll awaken to a blanket of white,

Glistening in the streetlamps of an early morn'.

And I’ll recall at last,

that this moment I’ve proclaimed to despise,

Whilst blinded by a harvest moon,

-Is the one I have most missed.