It’s a cold autumn morning, but it’s not
as crackling grasses shudder in the cold north wind
deer hunt for succulent greens
their backs turned to the biting force
only the calendar says it’s March
those grids of numbers and lines
words to trick us into believing
that warmth is just around the corner
but I’m not fooled
I know that it’s still autumn
As the cold wind blows.
Okay, well I looked out the window this morning to see deer grazing in the open pasture behind the house. The wind was blowing a very cold draft from the north, biting and with the brown grasses blowing, it felt and looked just like autumn. Three days ago it was a balmy early spring day, but not so much today. It’s frigid, and cold, and I do not want to be outside.