My dearest Megan, wherefore hast that lovely season gone?
That time of autumnal colors for which we long?
Thou wouldst prance and grasp at the many leaves.
Thy joy knew no bounds, I do believe.
Thine whole body would fairly quiver,
Whilst thoughts of coming cold did make me shiver.
Now the birds of spring with their harmonious song
Remind us we need not dwell on all the wrong
Brought by that frigid season of recent past;
Our trees shall flourish with color, at last.
If not for pollen, this beauty could be seen
Without the aid of antihistamines.
This too shall pass, and when it has,
The sultry summer likely shall cast
A blanket o’er us like a mighty pall;
And as it does, thy tongue shall loll.
But then comes autumn, when we’ll fell most super
At thoughts of walks with our pooper scooper.
Day Twenty-Four of 2016 NaPoWriMo.
The prompt from napowrimo.net is to write using overly poetic words with everyday words. Thank you to Percy Shelly, whose words inspired me.