I’m a little saddened by the gloomy day,
Though I love fall,
The last burst of color and warmth
Before the blanket gets pulled up
And tucked in around the edges.
I’m sure it will be warm again,
And I’ve more months to ride,
To walk outside in the open air,
And I really do love seeing distant trees
Turned on a hillside,
Seeing in that moment
Maybe what Van Gogh saw sometimes,
Thinking maybe I can understand
Some of his angst
Over the inevitability of some things,
Despite retaining all my appendages.
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