Autumnal Confusion

The days grow ever shorter,

Darkened skies awake a brilliant red.

Trees display their grandest colors,

As one by one each leaf falls dead.

The sunny days turn colder

Rivers swell with increased rain,

The silence in the air at night,

Seems to beckon snow again.

I miss the grazing butterflies,

The hummingbirds that flit around,

The blossoms where the garden stood,

Now bare and frozen ground.

Changes bring on melancholy

Yet my favorite season is the Fall…

My heart it seems, is pulled two ways,

I hate Autumn most of all.