Today’s poem is based (loosely) on the OctPoWriMo prompt for Day 18: “We’re going to add a little mystery to our lives. Look around you, whether it’s a physical object or people in general in your life. Chose something or someone and give them a double life.”
Things are seldom as they seem . . .
Beautiful, billowy clouds
Secretly conspire to rain on our parade
(Because they don’t know cliches are bad).
That gentle, cooling breeze
Has plans to steal our plates and cups
As soon as we turn our back
(And we thought ants might ruin our picnic).
The still-warm sunshine of autumn
Giggles to itself, knowing snow (gasp) is coming
(And in October no less).
The bright, gorgeous day right outside our window
Will send a biting chill right through us
As soon as we step out the door
(Winter in the northern hemisphere).
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
How about you? In general, do you love the changing seasons?