Autumn

I always forget

The season I love

           has a negative

The cold it bears,

Lovely

Except for the fact

                              that if something touches

                                 my cold forearms

                        the only thing I feel are

The cuts

The sensation,

Pulls me

The emotions,

             Overwhelm me

                     Every part of the skin I touched,

I sense

But even then

I will always love

                     my favourite season.

Autumn