The September time is coming
of equal night and day.
Then autumn falls to winter
and darkness comes to stay.
A panic now sets in
with each warm day of sun;
the need to use them all
to fill the past with fun.
So when the bleak, cold darkness
becomes the new routine,
there’s recent smiles and sunshine
that, looking back, can be seen.
This is the poem I posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Autumn
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I like the juxtaposition of panicking about having enough fun to get through the darker days of winter. It also reminds me of hibernation, but with experiences instead of food.
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I didn’t think about that. Totally true, gorging on fun like hibernating animals gorge on food.
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