October slides into its second half,
morning dew replaced by morning fog,
pine needles falling
Strong south wind blows through bright sunlight,
bringing, mid-afternoon, its signature overcast,
chill creeps into the house,
I turn on the heat
Vigil and comfort by turns
occupy the twilight,
earlier each evening.
What we are made of,
springing ever new,
will bring us through.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 16, 2017
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