A Feeling Of Dread Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Despite what some folks say about it
Seasonal depression is not a fantasy.
It's that overwhelming feeling of dread
That one might not make it through
Another unbearably cold and nasty winter.
It sets in about mid-September
Folks say, "It's beginning to feel like fall."
October, for sure, when leaves turn
Orange red and brown cover the ground
Warm afternoons are spent raking
Although the air midday is a bit nippy.
Shadows creep earlier toward the evening sky
The sight of decorative pumpkins and thoughts
Of what will I wear on Halloween if I live
That long, will I make it to another Christmas?
But I always have, and that boggles my mind.