late summer ramblings

I feel the hint
of autumn's breeze
suggesting that soon
I will need my sweater

I actually ache
for chilly nights
and the reason
to snuggle on the couch

I like the bite
of winter air
that crowds the last
days of fall
out of their space

there is
a place for me
in this life

somewhere between
the turning leaves
-the frost swept grass
and snow glazed ground

I await
their captivity
that keeps most inside
so I can venture out
and enjoy the silence

it is the shuffle
while I wait
that creates a
maddening background noise

sometimes,
when it is cold
things get so quiet...

I am ready for
that time to come
again