The year is dying

Its death day quick and painless. Spent in Barnes and Noble and baking ignoble devilish cupcakes. The year's been momentous. An annum equal in weight to its sum of moments. Seen second year of college started. Finished first away from home. Tried communal growth in Green House and planted self firmly in soil of a new haven. Good garden for beginning blossoms of grand romance with John Donne. Hours of year are running off, draining too fast. It should put up more of a fight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.