Friday, November 15, 2013

Autumn Speaks

3:45 p.m.

Oh sure, you loved me at first, when I was all sweet yellow leaves kissing a bright blue sky. You went head over heels for my fresh apples, a trip to the pumpkin farm, and the cozy warm sweaters that felt just right against my gently cooling temperatures.

But I've grown older. I now spit rain, swirl the dead leaves with my icy blasts, and fill the day with dark, heavy clouds that blot out what's left of the sun. Welcome to November; what do you think of me now?

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