My Autumn

Posted on | October 28, 2009 | No Comments

There's something about autumn.

There isn't growth, just cold and wet, our mother inundated by clouds. The colors are short lived yet breathtaking. It's predictable, never falters, comes for me despite my not asking. It's simply beautiful & sad, warning of the season to come. We have this love & hate relationship.

But she has something I need: stability, something predictable in this silly body of mine. This sack of bones and meat, well she is ready to fight; wanting to defy the odds of youth & what the books say, she just won't listen, earmuffs secured indefinitely. I'm starting to like autumn more & more.

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