Thursday, August 12, 2010

waning days of summer

I wake to the sound
of birds just outside,
a gentle titter in the trees~
the golden sun
is not so glaring
in a sky dotted with
steely clouds~
I fill my nostrils,
deeply breathing in the clean,
if not crisp,

days of cold toes
and cocoa are
on their way.
I can feel them.

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