Fall For This Lass
Chilled by the air that clasps my feet
with a needed rub…rubious tingles.
The door ajar with Autumnal treat.
Swept away, the humidity and its heat.
A little cold air and steaming drink,
The coffee, brave and daring.
It cools off quicker, on the brink.
From this seasonal invite, I will not shrink.
Just a small window in the hourglass,
Before the roar of arctic temperatures.
Exaggeration at best - it will kick the brass,
Inform me to quilt or sweater this lass.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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