I feel it sweeping in – new coolness in the rooms, through the cracks it’s sneaking
walking through the park in the dead afternoon – it’s refreshing!
early morning – tea; spiders weaving webs on trees; coming of autumn
everything’s on fire – the room, the air but worst yet – burning hot’s the bed…
cool settles down, stars twinkle, I get goosebumps as I look at the sky