Fan of Autumn

Longing for winter to fall from a cliff;

Dragging along the bitter chill with it.

Plunging into the warming seas,

Unfortunate the temperature climbs—

But even so, detesting winter is more

Than a pastime. Achy bones, runny nose;

Flaring chronic pain on glacial days.

Wishing for it to go away and bring forth

Fresh greenery. But another adversary

Steals the spotlight. Dusty yellow powders

The outside, coating lungs, and waters eyes.

Never used to yearly hurdles. Either spores

Or perfect frostbite awaits on every calendar.