I woke up today,
Mad at the trees for knowing when to change their colours;
For allowing the seasons to change.
Gone is their warm green splendour
Turned a golden autumn hue.
Cool nights, cooler mornings.
Hellos, goodbyes.
New beginnings, farewells.
The sweetness of summer replaced with the crispness of fall.
The seasons don’t mind readiness, they’ll come and go without us.
I wasn’t ready.
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-L
