Feels Like Autumn (a poem)

Chilly

A bite to the air, like the bite you might get from an overexcited lover

Damp

Morning walks lead to wet feet and uncomfortable socks

Darkening

Nights pulling in, like a seagull pulling on a dead fish trapped in a net

Sniffly

Feeling on the verge of a bastard cold, even though it’s only just September…

RC 4-9-18