Savannah is a climate confused.
Autumn
Yearly fall poem
I miss NY
Today it’s chilly; I love the crispness in the air.
The coolness that touchs my face.
I close my eyes and see the mountains and the leaves.
Then open them and see moss hanging down and grass still clinging to summer green.
I feel broken.
I feel I’ve lost another autumn.
Another fall has come and gone and winter is almost here at least in New York
Savannah is a climate confused.
It gives us summer all week then a cold weekend.
Just enough to make me want to sleep out side to enjoy the chill,
And remember my home.
I want to start a fire in the apartment.
To roast marshmallows. And. I I want to. Jump in rainbow leaves,
Autumn. Was Jingles birthday.
My Halloween dog.
I think of NY and I miss my dog.
he passed last january i was in school , i never did get to say good bye.
he was probably my worst loss . him and Josh.
I think about my sister that, I haven’t ever spent enough time with.
I regret leaving my home so early.
She’s all grown up now.
I miss my rose garden. They should have been pruned back, in September. So they would stay tame for next year and bloom bigger in the spring.
I miss the winter birds the cardinal.
Hiding in the trees. Trying to blend in with the fiery reds of a maple.
I’m sure the leaves have fallen now.
I missed the Margaretville train again this year.
The one that takes you all through the upper Catskills to look at blanketed mountains.
I wonder it they are going to reopen the D&H line again, for skiers like they had talked about.
Before I left.
i miss the trains in general.
this track ran , about 300 ft from where i stayed in kingston .
i missed he harvest fest again .
