Autumn Peeks

Autumn Peeks


Autumn peeks at me
from around the corner of September
with a devilish smile
on her freckled face.
Most people love her,
look forward to her splendor,
her cool breezes,
her bright, warm color display.
They welcome her with open arms,
eagerly awaiting her coolness
after months of humid
Summer heat.

But not me.
Autumn and I do not get along.

When I see her peeking,
I want to poke her in the eye!
I want her to go away,
stay away, for as long as possible.
Although she may be beautiful,
to me, she has evil intent.
Her colors, so initially vibrant
do eventually fade,
and cause the leaves
to fall from the trees
leaving them bare,
cold and ugly.
Preparing them
for what is to come.

Winter.

Cold, bone chilling,
gray-colored days.
Days of sadness and depression.
Long days, endless ones.
Days that drain my energy,
leaving me lethargic and hopeless.

Autumn represents Winter to me.
She is a prelude
to my impending sadness.
I can't enjoy her-
knowing what she's bringing.
I can't embrace her,
I can't welcome her.
I can only stand by,
helplessly,
as she will eventually
appear from around the corner.
Despite my sad protest.


When Spring peeks at me,
from around the corner of May,
I welcome her and her sister Summer
with wide-open arms.
They bring sunshine, happiness,
warmth, and life.
They bring hope.

With their arrival,
Winter and Autumn
are at long last,
behind me.
Pushed back
around the corner,
left to sulk
in their own misery,
while Spring and Summer
kiss my cheeks
and lavish the world
with their incredible beauty.

At least until August....
when I will again see
Autumn peeking at me
from around the corner of September,
the same devilish grin
on her freckled face.