Darker Days

There's a gust inside,
it chills me
with its gelid sigh
settling, like dewdrops
in the pith
of my heart

I feel more Winter
than Fall;
but these thunderstorms
heave me into Spring
with explicable aim,
always missing Summer
by a mere clover

it's getting colder,
just after moonlight~

they're predicting frost,
but I dare not freeze
as Nature has this air about her,
she snaps
what will not give