Slave To Autumn

Flowers bloom under salmon pink sunsets grass grows and runs away with itself newly born baby birds fly or fall Yes, spring is finally in the air but why am I so unimpressed with it all? I yearn for cold, the crisp cool wind my tennis shoes rustling the leaves as I walked to her house where the main street ends. Autumn is my Master who beckons me to stand tall against the sometimes bitter coldness that stays around and on into the fall.