Actually it crept in during the night
While we were asleep
And we woke this morning
To a cool breeze
The bluest sky
Happy birds
I sit on the back porch
In my Harvard hoodie
(Which I’ve been longing to wear
since I bought it in Cambridge
where I was visiting my son)
Listening to the clothes
Flapping on the line
It always comes
But I am always
Taken again by surprise
At the joy it brings
Along with an edge of sorrow
And the dying to come
The cold darkness of winter
9/30/17
