The morning air is nippy.
The chill makes me wrap my hands
around my coffee more firmly.
You can smell the cold
as the leaves already start to turn colour.
Summer is already too short.
A few more days of shorts weather
… is that too much to ask?
The morning air is nippy.
The chill makes me wrap my hands
around my coffee more firmly.
You can smell the cold
as the leaves already start to turn colour.
Summer is already too short.
A few more days of shorts weather
… is that too much to ask?
Saturn's Premier Poet 