I pull up the blanket from around my feet.
Bleary eyelids droop as if on slow-close hinges.
Gray daylight slowly brightens.
My reluctant joints demand a stretch before I rise.
The water from the tap is cold!
Splashing quickly, drying vigorously,
I grab my thick bathrobe and fuzzy slippers.
Brewing coffee fills the kitchen with heavenly aroma.
Cats' aloof indifference is forgotten
When they espy a warm lap.
Skylights, yesterday a parade of fluffy clouds sailing by,
Now a cold, still, empty screen.
To-do lists unfold subtle changes --
more soup, less salad,
walking later in the day.
Weeds curtail their advancement;
Will this be the year I triumph over them? Not likely.
A sudden urge to bake a pie.
Why so much candy in the store?
Oh -- Halloween "season."
(When did Halloween become a season?)
Seems like everyone is hiring.
How do retailers do it --
Gearing up for Christmas
When I'm barely accepting that the ground is damp
And leaves are not yet falling?
Welcome to September.