Not Again

Every Fall, I Fall Too

I can feel it
like a cold front coming in—
like the violent 60mph winds
blowing debris and junk
all over my yard.

I was just 80 degrees last week.
Now, it's a cool 48.

The days of sunbeams and comfort are gone.
Clear, blue skies replaced with gray clouds and rain.

There's no stopping it. 
Summer ends
and my suffering begins.

It's hard to fake happiness,
or even pretend, 
when outside looks
how i feel inside:

gloomy.

The colors on the leaves are changing,
and so am I.

The smile I once had,
now a scowl—

though mostly, 
I just feel an overwhelming sadness.

I long for the days of sunshine
and warmth—

when I can feel okay again.