I should be posting more. I'm just...i don't know. I've got too much stuff going on, I think. I think I'll share this with you guys, don't ask me why. If you didn't know it, I write poetry. So I'm sharing. :)

p.s. On my screen it has an awesome format. Here, not so much. :)

It Feels like Fall

It feels like fall...
pumpkins, scarecrows, and hay
the leaves are changing
horizon full of orange and red
the days are growing shorter,
the breezes lasting longer...
it feels like fall.

It feels like fall...
because we hide our misery behind
pumpkins, scarecrows, and hay.
the leaves are changing
large patches of brown and crispy dwell
uncharacteristically among the orange and red
the days are growing shorter,
still filled with stifling heat
the breezes lasting longer...
It feels like fall.

It feels like fall...
if fall has become summer,
and we are nomads
wandering the desert,
desperate for a drink.
We remember what it felt like...
that glorious oasis, that quenching sensation.
We remember what it felt like...
Cool breezy days,
showers of falling leaves.
We remember what it felt like...
longingly,
and suddenly our once desperate hopes
of ice and snow seem minuscule.

It feels like fall.