The cool has slipped its fingers between the rays of sun
While we were sleeping the buttons came undone
One day it was summer’s roasting hot
The next the cool came in and it’s not
How to weather this time of year
Between the heat of summer and winter coming near
It crept in on shadowed winds
Pushing aside the rays of warmth
Coming in amidst the night
Far from the eyes of human sight
But even in their night time sleep
They begin to feel its touch
With tossing and turnings awakened
They knew not why
Only that night’s routine had passed them by
(sgchris Sept. 2009)
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