The Autumn chill now displaces
Summer’s fading grace,
as clouds all grey attest the change,
and T-shirts, shorts and bare feet replaced,
by layered winter plumes,
the shock of change a furrowed brow malaise.
And deluded I to awaken half naked,
greeted all my frozen appendages,
hobbling on icy floors to wardrobes plump,
layers buried to feel my skin and rump;
where has the sun gone, I lament,
my depleted vitamin D all spent.
So quick this radical transformation,
beyond my solemn contemplation
of dreamy warm and balmy days
just yesterday, did placate my dreary mood,
and now frosted thoughts just linger,
my wanting warmth the bringer of discontent.
Attest I must, reality,
that winter in contiguous path must be,
it’s just a gentle nudge would have been better
than a slap in the face together
with a numb and slumbered body so prone,
yet here we are, on Autumn’s edge, alone.
At window pain I bid farewell to Summer’s nod,
and watch as clouds of indiscretion cloud my sky,
blatant grey perversions to my eye,
as huddled in my layers I snuggle with my cat,
and peruse my thoughts to adjust
with my hot water bottle on my lap.
Tony DeLorger © 2017