It’s a gentle reminder of what’s on the way.
I know there’s some summer sunshine still,
Lurking just behind this morning’s chill.
Before greens are over-taken by the russets and the gold,
As Mother Nature decides it is time she must unfold
Her crazy quilt of colors, so daring and so bold.
Not long after, that nibble of a chill becomes a bite;
The bite of Jack Frost painting on our windows every night!
And we’ll begin to crave that winter comfort food—
Beef stews and mac’n cheese, demanded by our mood.
As wrapped up in our “snuggles,” in the chair by the fire we will sit.