Something is different as I wake this morning.
The air has the freshness of cool
satin sheets
As I rise to greet the new day at
it's dawning.
My mind starts to race and my heart
skips a beat
In anticipation; something has
changed.
The air is new and clean and alive;
No sweltering mire of the dog days
of August
With laboring breath meant to
merely survive.
No sweat-stained nightshirt.
No ragweed filled head.
No tossing about through the night
in half-sleep.
The breeze falling down from
Saskatchewan beckons
A peaceful serenity, silent and
deep.
The trees know the difference.
they've started to blush
Knowing full well their nakedness
soon will appear.
The Sun itself seems to be more in
a rush
To shorten each day to the end of
the year.
But I'll not waste these precious
days.
I'll count each one with loving
care;
Recording the sights of the
changing seasons,
Breathing the clean, crisp Autumn
air.
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