Swarms of belittlement
Obscure the beauty of a marred hue
Buzzing to disorientate the ground too
A pest brought out to play its lute
Bothers the people of all kinds alike
Harm comes to the skin of those sensitive akin to mine
As bites and stings appear the more I despise
How the cold has arrived on its belated time
Yet the insects of a minute scale still survive
Scrummaging until the bitter frost takes the last of life
Always a bother no matter the likes outside
I have managed to accept the terms of these heathens
Eventually they will cease for a time being
Then I can finally enjoy the picturesque frames of this fall season
©kamen1
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