Holding On

As I type in this entry

early in the a.m.

I find myself snuggling with my

coffee mug for warmth.

There's no denying it...

the air is cooler...

carrying with it new smells.

The days are closing earlier...

with thoughts of

roasts...chili...and apple pie

teasing my palate.

Fall.

My inner flower child is

refusing to accept...

holding on oh so tightly to

summer.

Wound around my heart.

Refusing to let go.

Pleading with me to find it

still...

while I can.

The plants are screaming...

look at me...

see the beauty the summer brings.

So I will stay here

for a while longer...

with a swimming pool that needs to be covered

a closet filled with t-shirts and shorts

wearing flip-flops with my jeans...

and wait patiently

for my

Indian Summer Days.

Holding on tightly...

and bearing fruit.