Mornings have been good to me
Arrived with regularity
Winter’s cold and summer’s hot
Spring’s perfumed by Forget-me-not,
But autumn’s morning’s changeable
When nothing is arrangeable
Fill me with anticipation.
That’s when I take a last vacation!
Picnics rained on, snow or sleet
Changed to Indian Summer’s heat.
Ah, my heart loves autumn tho’
The year is making moves to go,
Every day a happy bet
That winter won’t take over yet.
© Patricia Lamont
