I Used to Hate Fall
- A loosely rhymed “poem” of “acceptance” (half rant, half poem)
I used to hate fall
Cold weather, early sunsets, late rises
You can’t do anything outside
Cold fingers, cold toes
And no snow
It appeared to have nothing… well…useful
This year, something changed
The weather grew colder, yet
My animosity simply became a memory
Older
The leaves grow older and fall to the ground
A parade of colors, red, yellow, a bit of green, and brown
The only ones left sitting still are pine
And for once, with me, that’s fine
I do not wish for snow to come
But I don’t know that I’ll mind it (as much) this year
Something about a cold morning, breath lightly fogging
As I trek out to the car, my mind slightly groggy
Sitting down, shivering, my bag in the backseat
Turn the car over, sit still, and wait for the heat
It roars to life
Cold starts can’t be beat
Pop up the lights, put on the defroster
After a few minutes, drive off
I avoid the cold monster
I normally drive for a while
Nature doesn’t seem so wild, this time of year
Yet there’s still many things that many still fear
Halloween, the cold, black ice
Some real, some simply made up in the mind
I find it a reason to just stay inside
It’s something that catches my parents by surprise
Something I don’t do often, has come once a year
And be it only the final year at which I’ll stay here
Now, inside at this point is still quite subjective
From the couch to my car, it’s quite objective
I like to go out, and park on a hill
Lay the seat back, playing music, feeling no chill
My heat and my music, an extra blanket I now love
Maybe fall, truly, is a gift from above
Warm nights, sitting awake on the couch
Playing good movies, then falling asleep on that couch
Something this year, just feels quite different, quite warm
Though maybe my indifference will go away when I stay in a dorm.
(I don’t have a good way to end this, so it’ll just stop here. Not my best writing,
but it’ll do for now)
Schrodinger's Katze
