out of the shower – October wind touches steamy skin – soft towel wraps up tighter
yellow grass and burning sun over its shoulder summer saw weather cones filled with chill.
In the morning chill muted crisp of fallen leaves. Dawn peeps through the trees.
Skies of pale grey. Wind raises the tablecloth. Rain in my champagne.
July’s day melts away. Rasberry sky and ragged clouds. Gentle chill as lullaby.