Sans Socks

The day’s a little chilly
(This touch of autumn rocks!)
Yet I will not capitulate
By putting on some socks.

The sun is brightly shining,
But on my bedroom floor
My sandals wonder why they haven’t
Made it out the door.

Though technically, it’s summer,
The temps did make me choose
A pair of canvas loafers
As today’s best pair of shoes.

Yet still, I’m just not ready
For my ankles to retreat.
They’ll enjoy some last hurrahs,
A celebration of de-feet!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Rigoler Avatar
September 25, 2019 at 12:30 PM
After spring my favorite season is autumn. For color foliage, apple picking, cider tasting, and several root vegetables autumn presages good eating – at least to me. It's winter's first blast of cold, snow and ice I hate, it means indoors most of the time. At my age I can't afford to slip on ice. / M
Mcleod Avatar
September 20, 2019 at 1:12 PM
Great Write Ilene. Love the de-feet at the end. LOL Trevor
Callus Avatar
September 20, 2019 at 12:48 PM
This is lovely and witty all in one, Ilene. Autumn can be quite a tricky time of the year, especially where clothes and footwear are concerned! Here in Malta autumn is still like summer. Regards // paul
Wolf Avatar
September 19, 2019 at 8:12 PM
Ha, ha! Those last two lines knocked my socks off, Ilene. :) gw
Leffanta Avatar
September 19, 2019 at 6:02 PM
Cute! So you have carpet in the bathroom? Aloha! Rico
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