Accepting the Fall

Hey fall, please don't take my forced smile and phony enthusiasm too personally. I'll come around. Eventually. I really will. Once the trees really start in with all the glowing and the leaves do that thing where they float and dance around in the air and crunch under foot, I'll soften. When I've baked my first real loaf of banana nut bread and cooked up my first pot of chili, I'll feel better about you. I promise. A new pair of boots wouldn't hurt your case either. And if you really want to seal the deal, throw in a couple pairs of new tights. That might do it. Because you were made for tights and boots. And sweaters. Oh, sweaters. It's all that crisp air, you know. You're sort of famous for it. So I think I'm starting to warm up to the idea of you. Just don't be so stingy with the sunshine. All bets are off when you start messing with my sun.
P.S. you smell good. I'll give you that.