Fall ;A;

Green 

fading into 

rouge

and amber

and fire

then to crumpled, dying brown.

Air 

shifting from 

hot

thick

and humid

to breezes, chilling limbs.

Skies

morphing colors

blue

with cumulus white

clouds

to dingy, lonely grey.

Clothes

changing out

from shorts

and tees

flip-flops

to "warm and cozy" wool.

Food

replacing lovely

watermelon

hamburgers

and buttered corn on cob

with tea, pies, and soup. 

I do not like soup. 

or tea. 

sweaters make me sweat. 

I miss the sun, kissing my skin

I miss the green, green grass.

But autumn comes,

like it or not

love it or no

odd ball; I'm out

It must come.

It must come, so I will set my teeth 

and look ahead

buckle down,

eat candy corn and pie

and wait for warmth 

to come

again.