The dreaded cold months are here,
My least favorite time of year.
Allergies all around,
Nature holds its breath,
Not making a sound.
Many people love fall,
Pumpkin spice and sweater weather,
Apple cider and rustling leaves,
I’ve tried to enjoy it,
But it’s just not for me.
Mornings are no longer bright,
The sun hidden, out of sight,
The crisp breeze leaves me chilled,
Reaching for summer warmth,
Gone so the year may be fulfilled.
If it weren’t for these dreaded cold months,
I wouldn’t appreciate the summer.
Nevertheless, I’m ready,
Ready to step out into summer heat,
And feel the green grass on my feet.
Dreaded cold months,
Hello for now,
I’ll be glad when you’re gone.
