First Of The Fallen

See the fall leaves blow through the air,
Notice the drop in temperature winters here.
The extra layers needed to cover,
Feels like hell has frozen over.
And that dry wicked cold slaps at your cheeks,
A warm place of shelter is all one seeks.
Media force feeding evil to the public eye,
Get out while you can get out, and ration your supply.
These approaching brutal days,
Listening to several liars claim they can predict it's ways.
In the chill of the morning Wishful in turning on the snooze,
And shun myself from witnessing hell about to break loose.
I cannot remember the youthful joy,
That bought a free day to a boy,
Dwelling on thoughts of how it feels so much colder,
There's not much fun seeing accumulation now i'm older.
Blizzards and nor easterns mother nature's sin,
This is only the first of so many lets begin.