Goodbye, autumn.

I wrote this for Writers Reading Poetry...not sure exactly what the assignment was.

Goodbye, autumn.

As days fall crisp and breezy, gloves and coats
emerge from darkened closets. Chilled apple cider is
the seasonal treat, tasting sweet
through all its’ bitterness. Then there’s the night of
candy and spooks, sending kin on a never-ending dash
for sugar-induced insanity, snuffing the silence parents rarely hear.
Leaves morph into colors other than their norm, dying to protect
the also-dying ground beneath. Their assumed slumber becomes disturbed
as they are jumped upon and carelessly thrown. Soon though,
I will wake to Jack Frost, and scarves will shield my faded cherry
nose. When the first snow begins to fall, I’ll be welcoming to
frigidness like it’s just another day.