The chill reaches
Into my bones,
I shiver and pull on a coat.
Then,
I am too warm.
It changes constantly.
I hate it.
They fall
All around me,
Red,
Yellow,
Orange.
They dance in the wind,
And I am sent out to rake.
I hate it.
It lasts for three months,
September,
October,
November.
I am cold,
Then I am hot.
One day it snows,
The next it rains.
I hate it.