Consider the Wildflowers

The air starts to cool

And my spirits drop with it.

I see the sunshine fading

Faster and faster–

I wish I could hold it longer.

Just for a 

Little bit.

I always feel less

Like myself

When the air is cold.

I step outside,

And it takes my breath away

In the worst way.

Like a chokehold.

But then I remember 

That cooler weather

Is met with

October.

And then I think of marigolds

And their vibrant and bright

Bold colors.

Suddenly, 

The cooler weather 

Is not as bad 

As it once 

Seemed. 

And the depression 

That comes with it 

No longer has

Control of me.

But there are still off-days,

Reminding me to never take the good days

For granted.

And the marigolds,

They show me

That peace can still bloom, 

Even where grief 

Was planted.