Craving Autumn Poem by Robin Bennett

With this blazing summer in August
I for one have no sympathy for Demeter
in fact maybe Persephone should spend
more time with her father this year.

I crave autumn in all it's crisp glory
Color floods northern leaves
Rich in hues of royal beauty
Fallen leaves grow brittle and die

I thrive in winter and all her blank color
angry pregnant clouds of oyster grey
ready to birth ice and staggering rains
frenzied gales of polar oxygen sting my lungs

I enjoy my separation from the sun
And the joy of getting my hour of sleep
returned to me by the government
No more battles of fire and ice