Fall y’all

The heat and humidity of summer sucks the life from my very soul. 

Like a tick on a dog, draining my life force is its goal. 

Day in and day out.

It’s enough to make this girl pout.

Heat.

Humidity.

Humidity.

Heat.

Everyday is on repeat. 

But fall. 

Oh, but FALL.

Lower humidity. Cool, crisp air.

What a pair!

Leaves change color. 

Pumpkin spice,

it’s so nice.

I think I might like fall

best of all. 

Monday Poetry Prompt: Equinox | Living Poetry

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