seasons

like we always fail to see and feel
how mysterious the leaves are during fall,
when the ghost of summer past haunts
and stalks our sanity with cold sadism.

like the supposed second best holiday;
how it turned into the box-office hit
of nightmare stories and drama anthologies
raking in royalties of sadness and gloom.

and so i chant, "viva la sol!".
it will pass, i tell ya - so goes my mantra.