You Can Feel It Coming

Vintage Words


The morning's air

is crisper, the sun rises

and sets according

to a new configuration

of celestial entities

that move from summer

homes to winter abodes



Emersed in these seasons

all our lives, we know and yet

deny the adventure of cloudy

skies filled with cold as ice that 

stalks heat like an able predator 

and takes down graceful warmth

a sudden and too quick.


It is as if we did not expect

change and simply hoped some

twist in fate would give us verdancy

and growing grass, the songs of birds

and their nestlings, and lilies longer.

Sensed in our perceptions, lodging

in our bones, we intuit from 

cool dawns that summer grows 

ill and will soon begin to die.








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