The temperature fell with the sun
and the air took on a winter feel
crisp and mind clearing,
like the first underfoot crunch of frost
there is a faint sweet scent–
a wood burning stove–
silly in June, but I’m sure of it.
The slow steady stream of traffic
makes me think there are waves
crashing softly at my front door.
Low fifties tonight and rain, though
this headboard window refuses to close.
Mother nature conspires to calm me to sleep
I hope she never stops–
I’m tired of meeting 2am.