The leaves have been painted,
Ruby, Amber, Copper, Gold.
Leaves fit for a king,
Shaking, dancing, playing in the autumn wind.
I despise them.
What a hideous display,
The air crisp and clear, slight warmth
Radiating the breeze.
How could anyone enjoy it.
I envy such beauty, I envy the admiration.
All I get are complaints
"It's too cold"
"I miss the summer"
"I miss the spring"
"I miss autumn"
I hate autumn. He isn't beautiful.
He only exists to announce my arrival.
My dreaded arrival.
People shiver, people cough.
I steal the jewel like leaves from their branches.
People's noses run. People get sick.
My presence does that to people.
"Wrap up warm"
"Stay indoors"
"Keep out the cold"
They'd love to get rid of me completely.
Remove the barren, heartless, black,
From their lives entirely.
The ice I deliver is never appreciated.
They only like the snow for a short while,
Before it becomes a pain.
I despise them, and I despise autumn.
He's not beautiful or impressive.
Autumn, is a reminder.
A reminder of winter.
A reminder that death is to come.
Autumn, only exists to announce my arrival,
The way they announce a eulogy.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Kat
PoetryI'm not mentally stable and it's starting to show in my work. Have some popcorn, enjoy my suffering
