On a chilly September morning (a poem)

Wrote this one this morning…

We huddle together for warmth
mornings in September
gradually give way to the crisp, cool autumn air
until it’s time to get the blankets out
adding layer upon layer to the pile

Then we dive in
all sweatshirts and sweaters
feet in thick winter socks
hot chocolate and a good book (or the remote)
with the cat who likes to crawl under the covers

In our warm cocoon
we fall asleep and dream

(16 September 2015)

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