deb September is come again,
bringing a chill that is
chased away with
steaming cups...
toes shrink
as blood leaves them,
and blankets wrap shoulders
in reply~
The time for books
and stories grand
approach me on quiet afternoons
while the minds of the small
are kept busy at their work~
The end of summer's oppression
makes way for finer things,
and smiles linger upon lips
as anticipation builds...
What a year it has been
thus far~
What shall the autumn bring,
I wonder?
I do long to discover it...
what's it to you?
who go