A cold and blustery day calls for something fitting.
Enjoy the cold embrace of Fall…from inside, hopefully cuddled in your pajamas with a furry beast close by.
We are the Autumn, love
the life of us, shrunken and dry
And the icy fingers of wind
Slip beneath our coats
And the days are short and gray all round.
We know the dark horizon lies ahead
straight from the one track road
our hands and eyes have fallen to
And all that was spring,
Rounded and succulent
Is nothing more than shriveled blooms
Long ago spent are the fickle buds of youth.
We are not buried yet,
Beneath the ground, the snow
But we will not again crash into the world
like vibrant green and cherry blossom pink.
Such a subtle death is ours to claim.
Beneath the acrid crunch of leaves
And the ceaseless, howling gray.