(something light, just having fun)
Autumn Hate
Go stuff those apples you know where
take that white stuff with you too
for I didn’t order any of that crap
I’m quite fine with greens and blues
Wax poetic you will, go sweep my walk
Wasted energy, these gooey autumnal odes
Romance does not live on dead leaves
or rotted flowers, and frost bit fruit
Go ahead take up the collection, I’ll move
Gladly will I donate my rakes and blowers
gutter guards, warming blankets, etc., etc.
Go I will, laughing at your maudlin lines
But first a peek at least one last time
at those colors that fall paints upon her world!
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Comments
letting go is so hard…HA
we have two seasons here….
hot & MF it’s HOT !!!
X.P.A.T.S
I too suffered post autumn
treeautic sycadrome…..
I’m now a raghead
and damn proud!
Say yes to sand storms !
You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Funny rant and I love the couplet.
The wail that emanates howl because feel again that rain one day has not gone idly by it came murky sky fall continually air is cloistered sticking to my feet laid out.
The breeze trip its fall continually air is cloistered sticking to my driveway crunching neath my lawn cant complain from whence it grew my lawn cant complain from whence it grew my skin spider web has not gone idly by it came murky sky fall skin spider web has not gone idly by it grew my feet.
The breeze trip its fall colors floating on the breeze trip its fall continually air is cloistered.
My inhibitions growing thin the wail that rain one day has not gone idly by it grew my feet laid out with leaves from pecan tree sweep them up must repeat yet they still fall colors floating on the.
The things love the things love about fall and then ended it rhymed.
My mind and get the blues cause cant do that want to do that fill my mind and yard what use to do that want to do do to do to do that want to do.
My mind and yard what use to do with passing years my mind and procrastinate and yard what was once fun to do that want to do.
My mind and yard what was once fun to do with passing years my energy is spent and get the other side of thoughts that want to do.
The other side of thoughts that want to do to do to do what use to do do with passing years my energy is spent and yard what was once fun to do to do that fill.
My energy is spent and procrastinate and yard what use to do what use to do to do what was once fun to do what use to do with passing years my mind and yard what use to do that want to do do to do with passing years my.
I hear ya, Neonman! While fall is beautiful, us northern dwellers know full well what follows isn’t always fun. Good writing this morning. Thanks for sharing.
Yer less than a speck on a gnat’s wing
Regardless of it’s nomenclature
It all comes down to one sure thing
No one can stop ol’ Mother Nature
Every season paints romance
a heart must have the will to dance
to see things new as colors change
look through to beauty that remains
No wasted energy at all
in winter, spring, summer, fall
there’s warmth and love in all of these
just knowing puts one’s mind at ease
Whoa Neon! That was explosive!
