Poem: Autumn

If it wasn’t for the rain, I wouldn’t appreciate the sun.

The dark, cold feeling of autumn always feels familiar,
more comfortable than the brightness of July.
The light and warmth feels uncomfortable.

When the seasons go from light to dark,
I feel at home.

Maybe it is the reflection of the season within.
But no matter how much rain comes,
there will always be a glimmer of light.

A July on the horizon.

Ms ASK