Autumn
At this time of year
Most refuse to cheer
As most all things die
Refusing to fly
Relentless rains
Make overflowing drains
Bitter gales
And endless ails
This is the season
Where most refuse reason
This, just so happens to be my favourite season
Why, do you ask, well here is my reason
Next time you're outside take in the surroundings
Listen to your heart's loud poundings
As the cold wind, it whips all around you,
Take a deep breath, take in the view.
Then you can tell me, why I love this season,
Then you yourself, can describe the reason
But of course, one cannot be biased,
But we already know that Autumn's the finest.
Ink.
