Grey skies

Don't mention it
How the skies cloud me
When the world is grey
The windows blur green
And the sky slowly breathes
Cloud covers me like a blanket
To suffocate me
The sun is there somewhere
The blue tints poke through
This is the start of November

Autumn

Cool air
The smell of damp leaves
Pumpkins
Orange
Yellow
Red
Beautiful, beautiful
A time for change
Preparation for grey skies
Sweaters and boots
Golden sunsets
Trees shedding
Ready to hibernate
Ready for winter
Ready for another cycle