Another goddam seasonal poem

I hear the mice through my wall

If I listen closely

I can hear them cradle their youth

and prepare for the fall

The morning shook with the chill of anitcipation

neighbors dogs with pricked ears

vacant stoops in need of pumpkins

all grinning for that time of magical deliberation

pairs drunken ghosts

with girlfriend hosts

I love the autumn

the fall

It reminds you to feel

Makes you prepare emotionally

If you look hard enough 

you see it in their eyes

The Fear of Winter

as primal as lust and hunger

People check the vitals of their social circle

they batten down their sexual hatches

buy a new comfy pillow and close the window

I embrace the fall

Let the fear and cold wash over me

As others weaken

I widen

The leafs haven't turned but the people have

We behave badly in October

and we all look for forgiveness in December

So come join me

Be a heathen

I will give you something to believe in

Reviews

[Author Gus]

This is awesome! So often writers convey feelings of insignificance, or story's where the protagonist is forced into the forefront by fate and against their will. It is refreshing to see somebody who is not afraid of taking control of a situation, even in this somewhat abstract way. And without the boasting, self-righteous tone of so called 'self-help.' (Which of course you get by doing exactly what my book tells you too!)

P.S. The last line brought back memories of the novel "Beartown" which is a definite plus for me. Its a Swedish book by Fredrik Backman in which he uses a similar analogy when describing a hockey stadium. If that was an intentional reference than I love it. If not; just roll with it, most of the good things I've ever written were accidents