There’s something about weather, whether it changes your mood or not.
The wind blows trees from here to there, their leaves left to rot.
I pull out the books I like to read, I’ve read them the autumn before.
I gather out my winter clothes, too. Two boots which I adore.
There’s something about the spring effect, affects me through and through.
Summer’s heat is gone, it blew. Blue skies have left me too.
