WarblingTwoip
some may say goodbye to summer
let the new season slip into its place and stay
but i will never leave those cruel days
drawn out and dripping popsicle sticks
lazy and beautiful blue
patterns on a concrete pool
some may call autumn a dreary time
grey and sleepy
but i do not disklike
the crisp days of golden
leaves coat the dirt
brushed by the petrichor wind
some do not love winter
call it cold and
blue skies glare against the freeze
but i find the cold
white snowflakes who drift
beautiful as ever
the time to be
f l a n n e l
the end
WarblingTwoip
this message may be
offensive
See, it was getting poetic and then my brain just fucked off