Fall is jazz and whiskey and cigarettes

Find me a prettier time of year.

I have read many poems about fall, but they all seem unfit, and untrue to the real beauty that fall has. I love summer, i love the heat and the music and the beer, i love spring, the beginnings of something new, i hate winter cold and dreary and dull, I just love fall the most, I cant find one thing about it i do not like. I miss it.