A melancholy in fallA Poem by Christian MeffertI really don't remember writing this. Weird.
A melancholy in fall
Winter dead The past forgotten Fall dying A present rotting It lingers, the muck and mildew A far more depressing venture Cold enough to penetrate the skin Though not enough to envelope us To allow us to adapt The body craves one or the other It rejects the middle line.
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