I’ve pushed my jackets
and sweaters back to the far
corner of my closet,
again. They had a brief
airing, a few days of wearing
before sunny summer
woke from but a brief nap.
We all long for that cozy-time,
snuggle under hoodies
and drink hot cocoa nights;
our pumpkin lattes and pumpkin
scones just don’t taste
the same when it is ninety
degrees or more outside.
October is rolling in confused,
the leaves turning to a hesitant
yellow but still clinging to trees
as we all wait in this holding
pattern of autumn expectancy,
hoping for the coolness
of days falling slowly
to a deep winter necessary
before spring’s green renewal.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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