It is coming.
It is coming and there is nothing I can do to stop it
Winter is coming.
I feel it’s icy finger tips reach inside my blanket at night.
Winter’s breath blowing harder making it harder and harder to eat lunch outside.
Men’s thoughts turn from swimming pools to snow fences.
Winter brings goosebumps making the trees loose their leaves.
At first they change color
but slowly they give up the ghost
and turn brown and wither away
Into long sleeves and sweaters.
My beloved flip-flops are soon to flip no more
and only have tennis shoes quietly roam.
Swarms of birds practice flying in my fields.
Pansies shrink and the last attempt at color,
Church Ladies put out Mums.
Snow has not fallen yet
but I can see it in Winter’s eye.
People mindlessly start humming Christmas tunes.
Ugly sweaters replace swim suits on store racks.
My fingers now have an cool feel chronically following them.
I feel winter in the air
and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I stir my hot chocolate
and pull my worn-out blanket tighter.