There are some things about the fall
For which I do not care at all.
The smell, as I have often stated,
Of burningleaves is overrated.
As for the color leaves are making,
Today they’re here–and then you’re raking.
For me the far horizon’s haze
Smogs over decent nights and days.
These appetites brought on by chill-
What of–I ask–the grocery bill?
The season has its good points, yes;
I’m prejudiced, I will confess;
I might like autumn if the sprinter
Right behind her weren’t winter.
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 12, 1950
