September

And just like that

The crickets stop screaming

The leaves begin changing 

And the autumn wind licks my wounds 

September 8th 

The first day I felt it

My feet cold

My nose cold

My fingers turning to ice

Why must darkness feel so

Unwelcome? 

Why must my body

Not warm? 

Everyone else 

Lives for this weather

But the moment I feel 

No warmth 

I want

To crawl

Back into the sun

I'd rather burn

Than freeze