Anticipation of Autumn

by Robert M. Thompson

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    Waking up to the chilly dawn

    Hoping for the frost,

    And then feeling the cold flow away

    To be replaced by a deceptively warm day

    Was just one of a fading summer’s tricks.

    The coats being worn in the morning’s cool

    And being carried in the afternoon’s warmth

    Were just another sign

    Of the approaching chill

    And of the changing days.

    In the fenced-in backyard

    I could be seen

    Desperately watching the sky

    For snow clouds

    And south-bound birds.