cold

HUMANE DEGREES

 

Trees bowing to me

As I drink fresh-ground coffee

Only 62 degrees!

Wrapped in Autumn’s fleece

Feeling that kiss of peace

Dogs leaping into space

Birds in my face

Demanding suet’s grease

Mornings like this

Reassure me

All is right in the universe…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Eastern sky of blowing leaves

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