Shivering in my winter cloak

[alasanon]

It’s getting colder (in May, it was warming)
The nights are dark and last an hour longer
The leaves have drifted into muddy heaps
(In spring, they were pale, still new, still hale)
Rot runs riot in the streets, mudstains—


—— and that’s where they left it, folks. Totally ran out of inspiration and effort