The harvest doesn't hold the same allure
it use to.
Maybe my pallet is tired of the flavors
pumpkin-apple-candy-corn
not as special as before.
Maybe the vigorous autumnal marketing
has finally oversaturated my innate attraction
for the crisp and changing leaves.
This year it feels like one long protracted on-ramp
to winter's congested streets.
A descent into snow and seasonal songs.
Maybe my blood thinned out this summer
more than years past.
Maybe its simply age.
Although I don't mind the colors, baked goods, or chill
I find enjoyment of the Fall elusive-
no trace of the former thrill.
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