Seasons

Standing here waiting
the soft breeze gently blows
into me

Yesterday had been summer
today is almost fall
the sun is out
halfway visible
the other half safely hidden by the
lingering yet threatening rain clouds

My body longing
for the summer heat yet
craving and soaking up in
the moderation of a fading summer
and the beginning of winter

In this moment of reminiscence
my body celebrates the near end of a season
yet the mark of a new,embracing it
with layers of warm clothes
and an umbrella at stone throw distance

Ah, the bliss of changing seasons!