The clouds dance an apology,

and shadows

play tag across my cheek

as a chill breeze entices

the leaves to jump.

Stashing summer in a suitcase,

I rummage through

winter's forgotten woolens,

as goose bumps remind me

of the days to come.

Cracks in memory's walls

allow the wind

to tease me with stories

of snowmen, skates, warm cider

and glowing fireplaces.

Vowing to be brave

and spend time outdoors,

I find an old favorite jacket,

and wish that I'd been less eager

to give my sled away.

Windows creak disapproval

as I shut myself in

and prepare to hibernate,

despite promising the sun

that I wouldn't be a stranger.

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