Poem about dreading winter yet knowing spring

a poem…                             I am unusual, because even after the scorch of summer, I dread autumn.  Sunshine dwindles, dragging along my feelings.  Autumn chores snuff the summer spirit of joy.  When darkness closes in on people, they close themselves like hermits.  This season hits my body and beats into my soul.         Wispy cotton surrenders … Read more                               September Seed