Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Crisp

[Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect posed a Monday Poetry Stretch to write an acrostic poem about fall. I love the crisp air this time of year, even if I hate the falling leaves, pretty though they are.]


Chilly mornings make me

Roll over and hug the covers tight.

Icy toes hit the floor on the way to the

Shower to warm up. Nevertheless, I

Prefer this to turning on the furnace.

2 comments:

David said...

looking forward to cooler weather, (and a soak in the hot tub)

hello from michele's place

sister AE said...

Welcome, David.