just 7 minutes...

Running through the woods
All but just 7 minutes left ticking
The crunch of leaves beneath my bare feet
It's got to be autumn

It's the tide that fall brings upon
The sudden chill in the air
The sunlight robbed in your slumber
The eerie serenity that creeps in
It has to be autumn

By the quaint wooden dock I sit
Dipping my bare feet into the icy water
I watch as the ripples spread
Reminiscing of the 7 minutes
Knowing that wherever you are
We're sitting under the same grey skies
Wondering, if you're thinking of me too

I sit alone waiting

Simply because
I know that after the chills have gone
When winter leaves

Spring will be here...