When Fall Doesn’t Come – Poem by Me

Here in California the chilling wind
doesn't come; autumn heat lingers

until after the Christmas lights are 
hung up. Leaves may turn shades

of golden and fall from the trees, 
but the sun continues to shine and 

you often can't wear a sweater or
hold a hot drink. You'll continue 

melting, waiting for the leaves to turn,
until you realize they already have.

Fall doesn't always come.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’m excited for winter, but here in California fall never really feels like anything. It just represents back to school and waiting for winter to actually come. I want to live somewhere where all four seasons actually happen đŸ™‚ Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.



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