Fall O’clock

 

The too-warm mornings

of summer are gone now,

autumn fully awake now,

though not quite as quick

to arrive as winter.

I hit the snooze button on the clock,

not quite ready for her cool hurrah.

We are well past the solstice,

but she’s still youngish,

maybe middle aged,

but I am satisfied to

comfortably capture bits

of her breezy brilliance,

enlivened by the simple

pleasure of it all,

commonplace as it may seem,

grateful for this good day.