Stick Season

The leaves have fallen

The sun no longer shines

The view is of grey clouds and dead trees

It is a swarm of sadness

The frigid air bites at any bare skin it finds

This is not a happy season

This is the season of sorrow, grief, darkness, and death

'Till the snow falls

We are all stuck in this dreary state

'Till the snow falls

There is no sign of life

Aurora

VT

13 years old