soltice schmoltish

I hate Autumn

I crave light
like an honest man seeking Diogenes

I desire green
like a landscaper watching a snowstorm

I need warmth
like a kid with his tongue stuck to a flagpole

November grey sends me running for bleach
Naked trees send me scurrying for clothes
Near zero temperatures have me clinging to the thermostat

The extention cord of my space heater
frays as we are stretched beyond our limits

4:25 is just too early for sunset

Mother Nature

You're a lazy bitch