The Fall of Summer

The Fall of Summer

Fall is the Fall of Summer.
A step off of a solid 90 degree ledge
Straight down to 40 degrees below that.
Makes me think like Snow
Oh My God, “Winter IS coming”.

The chill, and damp, and overcast
Makes me want to crawl back into my bed
The spiders have similar instincts
And are searching for breaches
For sanctuary in the coming season.

The bastards feasted on my feet
And left my left hand limp and useless.
And I didn’t even gain any super-powers
It’s only the first five minutes of the fall
And I’m already mad about it.

Forget that pumpkin spice
The herald of the downward spiral.
The cascade of colors when green gives way
To yellow, gold, brown, and dead.
The fall of summer has begun.

About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...
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