this morning
i felt the first bite
of fall
as if sneaking in before
sunrise
testing the waters
of the atmosphere
i walked into its
sharp chill
eyes and lungs widened
as if breathing in a secret
by dawn summer returned unaware
of the thieving season waiting in the wings.
I wish old man fall would come check out Texas.
This poem oozes with beauty
thanks, man. i’ve felt like i’ve been in a slump for awhile on the sieve. maybe this is the start of a comeback?