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.