Nip | Nostalgia Nibbles Most in Autumn

That nip in the air isthe little ping of nostalgia isa tickle in your nose isthe tantalizing aroma of earth ismingled with wood smoke isozoney comfort of rain coming isa good excuse for baking iscoziness and hominess all rolled into one isa blanket and slipper socks issnug as the cat by the fire isremembering whereContinue reading “Nip | Nostalgia Nibbles Most in Autumn”

September

Cleopatra rolled up in a rugsmuggled in to see Caesarworming her way into infamyEvery day the light is changingSlyly summer transformslittle by little into autumnsuch small moveswe hardly even notice the fall I realize it’s not quite the right time of year for this poem, but my copy-paste-repeat diligence from my Medium archive knows noContinue reading “September”