Autumn
As soon as the hours of darkness gets longer
my body seems to flounder
shivers of cold find their way through my veins
chasing summer's warmth away
A chill flow spreads from head to toe
looking for places to perform it's show
having it's first rehearsal with muscles as audience
until it's able to bring the joints into obedience
While the hours of light gets shorter
and not being swallowed in darkness is getting harder
I keep on trying to enjoy the small things and ignore the loss
while autumn learns me how it feels to be the Tin Man of Oz.