Autumn’s Melancholy

there’s a melancholy that descends
when the weather changes like this
or perhaps it’s simply who I am now

i’m descending into grey

the days slide by
one blurring into the other 
and I see myself in the hallway mirror
racing from one thing to the next
but the light is fading outside

the light is fading inside

Some impromptu poetry.
Sorry, it’s a bit depressing. The change in seasons has me thinking about moods and weather