cold weather bound

the fires are over and we're lulled away like babes at the pacifier. but with the coming of the crisp new fall, i am bristled and shocked into some odd seclusion. windows down, air flying about me in cold feverish autumn.

it's therapy.

football and carnivals and the every present onset of the death of the leaves all about us in frosted splendor. large harvest moons are rising up out of the town all redish yellow with that sweet orangy glow over hay fields and trick-or-treaters.

"it's getting easy"

and in just a few days, i'll be slicing my way across that timbered line to the tiny steepness of that little town where waits my lover, missing me deeply.

i hope it's cold there