Equinox

By R. Reklaw

When winter fingers poke at

soft summer noses.

The wasps get antsy,

and

furry

little rabbits get a bit sheepish,

their tall ears twitching at the

brisk northern breezes.

Fat air goes on a diet,

as the warm currents rise,

turning to a circle

of

haze

around the moon,

while the jack of frosts hides

in the cooling shadows of dawn.

Ahhh, yes.

Autumn arrives tempering

the distant echoes of summer.

A warning for the sap to retreat.

Suddenly

a

shiver.

A sneaky icy chitt slithers

down the spine at the very

thought

of

winter.