–Hark! Fleecy vest
You are welcome warmth,
but not on my arms,
Because, though the air is cool,
The noon sun is still bright.
–We stock cider and Octoberfest ale
To drink with steaming chili
At a suppertime growing dimmer;
Sun sets earlier
Thy girth increases,
Thy green skin ripens
Prepare to spill your guts.
In my cup,
Sans ice cubes.
I missed you, green, roiboos and jasmine.
And even you, hot Lipton.
Your bravest have let go already,
And I crunch you underfoot.
Soon, there will be too many more to crunch
Than I will have footsteps.
–Equinox, you are a great switch
To sandals off and sweaters on.
An annual whispering in my soul;
Quiet, too soft to clearly hear, then this benevolent embrace
To walk me gently toward winter.