THE FALL

Reading a Facebook post a friend remarked about how they loved the fall...
and I thought for some, but not for all...

Fall 

I always hated fall

But I loved the leaves

Then I remember they call  

For the death of summer.

I always hated fall

The first day of school

Excited, sweaty fear for all

And then you see friends

And it’s the same -- OK.

I always hated fall

It reminds of good times gone --

The end for all

The end of living in the sun

And the north wind comes.

Yesterday, a tree on fire red

Today, boney fingers pointing

To a sky grey, dead

I hate the fall

It always marked the end for me

But spring will come again

And I will see another?