Transitions, II
this year
mid-fall
feels like
mid-spring
in the
Deep South
highs in
eighties
breaking
records
shorts and
flipflops
still worn
daily
forecast
warning—
cold front’s
coming
that’s no
surprise
time to
find those
gloves and
jackets
toss those
wilting
mums and
pansies
mourn not
loss of
mid-fall
mildness
winter’s
coming
with her
wealth of
unique
beauties
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2023
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