Cold Blues

the cold penetrates

the wind chills

the liquid warms

and I sit outside on

the porch of many dollars

that only keeps out the flies;

a fat cat scurries across

the room spurred on by

lowered temperatures

stopping briefly to

look at singing birds

sitting on the deck;

bushes stand rigid

trees wear solemn frowns

losing their leaves as

one loses their hair

living out one's time;

clouds form in the sky

observing the storm

that has yet to arrive

preventing the sun from

doing its duty until

the springtime comes;

fall is an amusing time

before the winter steps

off the bus for vacation

and we adjust our lives

accordingly not wanting

to sit outside without

sweatshirt and toboggan.

30 October 2020