AN AUTUMN LOVER'S DREAM

"And all at once, summer collapsed into fall." ~ Oscar Wilde

To anyone who knows me, or has read my posts here, it will come as no surprise that I am thrilled summer is waning. Temperatures are falling. Green is slipping off the trees. Wildlife wears thickening fur. In short, summer is collapsing into fall. Today’s poem is a bit about that.

AN AUTUMN LOVER’S DREAM

Bring me rust on
leaf edges bleeding
through their veins
into remnant green
with brilliant yellow
flaring through the
waning verdant hue
of summer trees.

Give me breezes
with a chill that belies
these late summer days
still paddleboarding warm —
breezes foretelling the
approach of jacket days
and extra hot lattes in
lieu of ice-creamy frappuccinos.

Let me sleep beneath
a cloud-soft comforter
on cool sheets with no
AC blowing to dry my
sweat as I twirl and toss to
kick off overbearing covers
beneath a swirling fan
wistfully dreaming of summer’s end.