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.