the temperature is dropping all too fast
& a gust of wind sends a
shiver up my spine
the iridescent hair on
my arms perking up.

what once
was strawberry limeade
will soon be a steaming mug
of thick cocoa

i wish to lie down
on a once
hot patio
but now
is a quivering slab
of gravel.

my skin is turning pale,
and like Lysander said
the roses are fading
all too fast
& im not
quite sure
i can take
all of
this change

i cant breathe
this air
for it now
pierces my lungs
so im stuck inside
reminiscing about the
once warm breeze
of a
midsummer’s night