My Thought's on Autumn

The breeze comes lurking down when Autumn comes around the corner and, when it does I feel so alone. As the leaves change colour I feel my summer spirit fade. When the cold sweeps across my face I feel nothing but another lonesome day. I've never been fond of cold and glum but, when Autumns mist comes hauling down from the heavens, I hate It. I hate the cold breeze that freezes my fingers. I hate the leaves that fall and crumple before my eyes. I hate the glum that bring you down, to the deep down surrender of the pain you've been ignoring for so long. I hate Autumn, just because of what it represent, cold and glum and dying.