Days grow darker.

It’s hard to get up.

The morning sun,
beautiful colours in the clouds
no longer fuels my adrenaline,
and I long to hibernate.

I welcome the chill,
bulky sweaters,
a friendly reminder of comfort.

Though I loathe losing
the liberty of naked toes,
I do not miss the sun’s
sweltering gaze.

Plants are all green,
no summer colour anymore,
yet no autumnal dance of leaves.

Squirrels scurry,
frantically finding stores
for the winter.

I only hope
the November rains hold off
long enough for trees
to celebrate the season,
before knocking their decorations
to the ground.

Your Turn

What do you love about autumn?

Prompt from poetic asides.

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