Winter is Cold

I planted flowers this summer and looked after them. I was excited when new buds turned into bright orange, red, and purple. There were new orange flowers, which had opened on Halloween. I thought was timely. I left them in the autumn sun and went off for the day. I came home and found they had all died in the short time I was gone. It was an unbelievable, jaw-dropping, dead, kind of way. It looked like they had been massacred and it had only been eight hours before they were alive and well. The weather has become cold, too cold and the shock of the season's turn became the death of all of my summers work.

I hate the winter. I hate having cold hands and feet. I hate the naked trees, the grey skies, and daylight being gone at five. It is autumn, not winter yet. So, I guess it is really autumn I hate.