summer's death

I love,
love the way the weather changes.
The suddenness of wind and
dark skies.

The humour of girls in flip-flops
awkwardly caught in the rain.
Cruel humour?
yes I know.

I love the leaves on the ground
and the colours of autumn. One tree
in particular catches my eye at school.

Something beautiful at school. Who knew?

I love slush
and the salt stains at the bottom of my pants.
And how my running shoes are infiltrated
getting my socks wet,
because of course, I refuse to wear boots.
Well, not the boots that are
in style now. They're unfit.

I love it because I know.
Know that when I get home,
it's going to be warm.