Getting colder
covering the windows in slippery plastic
covering myself in scratchy wool
The birds in the park
are all but gone
and those that stay
have changed their tune
Pumpkin spice in freaking everything
The leaves change and fall
and the smell of woods
is of colorful death
How long until Halloween?
April 25, 2019
#GloPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Day 25 Prompt: write a poem specific to a season, imagery that relates to all five senses, include a rhetorical question
#ShutUpWrite2019 Challenge
Masshole: a contemptuous term for a native or inhabitant of the state of Massachusetts.
haha!
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