Time again for lamentation.
Even though today and into next week, temperatures in Charlotte will near 90 ºF, I am not fooled. Absence of sunlight when I’ve awoken this week is a dreaded reminder: Today fall slouched in. So I’m re-posting the piece, titled equinox.
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equinox
fading daylight hints its approaching
the rustling cues my lament and loathing.
hustled, leaves surrender verdant hues
a pall befalls every branch in view.
its cooled breath, a cause to brood
déjà vu dreading of a bluest mood.
never ushered, seemingly flung in
the season liked least of them
alas, here again: autumn.
— ava wood
valaida 
Really love this lament, even though I also love autumn. Especially enchanted with the internal rhymes.
Thank you! Yesterday morning, I saw your comments and then right after a dear friend who loves autumn as you do sent me the link below. It’s an Emily Brontë poem that presents a dissenting view. It seems each poem remarks on the same things even though they arrive at different conclusions. https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/fall-leaves-fall.