Holiday, Poem, Writing

“the running joke of autumn”

“the running joke of autumn”

i wish it could

be fall,

because everything

is  better during fall,

don’t you think?


i tend to delude myself

by believing that

everything will be solved

when the air becomes crisp

like an apple, and

pumpkins begin to appear

on doorsteps down the street,


but then i remember

[and it hits me,

like a hay-bale to the head]

that apples make me sick

and the cooler weather

hardly ever bothers

to show up, anyway.


and if it does, it lasts

one week, maybe two

[if the odds be ever in

our favor, but i can’t recall

the last time they were in mine],


and before i even

carve my pumpkin,

the sky turns gray,

ushering in winter’s

soul saturating rain.


though i know this disappointment

will always haunt me,

much like the halloween maze

i once went into

at that neighborhood party,


i pretend.


and i pretend well,

for i may not be

good at many things,

but i am terrifyingly good

at pretending.


at taking out

my pumpkin spiced candles

and turning down the air

until the bill

is far too high.


i play the music,

faking the perfect

autumnal mood board type life

i have dreamed of since

i could use words like



but year after

painfully consistent year,

fall never comes.


and though my geographic location

used to be the reason why

i could accept the absence

of changing leaves

and in-between sweaters,

i no longer believe

a word the weathermen say.


as far as i

am concerned,

the odds are stacked

against me,

and the lack of

my favorite season

is assuredly mother nature

using her powers

to laugh in my face.

marin poleshek

hi! my name is marin, and i am a rising senior at homewood high school. i love to read, write, run, bake, and hike. my favorite color is forest green, and i am currently obsessed with waffles and ranch fries 🙂

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