Coffee, cold feet and shivers.

The changing seasons

This morning the air carries chills and not bird song,
grey skies sit heavy overhead,
and daylight is diluted on nature's palette
by drizzle that is carried on a brisk, northerly wind.
Through half closed, horizontal blinds,
crab apples can be seen littering drives and pathways
as trees give up their fuit bounty,
fruit that has gorged on the heat of a seldom seen summer,
becoming blushed, weighty,
too weighty to be any longer held.
Up and down the street lawns parched and brown
show the first signs of verdant rebirth,
this setting me to wondering as to whether the mower
may be needed one more time before Jack's first visit.
A visit that will see all dusted white,
the ground and autumns' last, crisp underfoot,
and me searching for gloves, scarves,
and heavy, warmer, winter clothing.
Over at number 7, Sandra's, in glazed, pastel coloured terracotta pots,
summer has wilted and died.
Shingle filled borders are littered with her late spring toils,
when planting, weeding, feeding was order of the day,
and she welcomed the first signs of warm sunshine with too short shorts,
and a loose fitting, low cut top,
that had her panacotta breasts spilling forth with every move,
and had my wife informing me about its suitability for gardening,
her word less subtle though,
with " tits " not referring to the species of small songbird.
Walking to the kitchen I begin making mental notes of jobs to be done,
these to be finished before my self enforced hibernation.
Paint the fence, stow the furniture,
restock the wood store and ready the fire pit,
mend the back gate, the list seems endless.
I sigh as the kettle clicks off.
Like many days to come,
today's coffee will be taken with cold feet and shivers,
the warmth of the mug being welcomed as much, if not more,
than the contents.

Author's Note

Hmmm, ain't to sure about this one. Any suggestions, critiques to improve, apart from deleting, welcomed.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your title is exactly the vibe I'm puttin' down this morning! We are on the same wavelength, as I also wrote about the changing weather this morning! I think you may be dissatisfied a little bit becuz this poem is not tricky or freaky or trippy. Instead, you impart a natural-sounding conversational tone showing us your climate concerns with much artful language. Maybe you're getting jittery after writing like a serious poet for a change! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

SERIOUS POET, ME, NEVER. I'm the half witted construction guy with little or no filters :))
Like to try my hand at other styles, not always sure how they'll be received. Again glad you've had a read and not suggested the delete button.
Will read your offering in a wee while.
Thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

I need coffee to come alive.
"Today, like many days to come,
coffee will be taken with cold feet and shivers,
with the mugs warmth welcomed as much as the contents."
Summer holding on in Michigan. Maybe a Indian Summer? Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gee]

Cheers Coyote. I don't function until 2 cups downed first thing in the morning

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. I do need the coffee. Cheers my friend.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

what a lovely read like a lazy sunday or saturday with a huge to do soon list but instead you sit and watch the world go by and have a nice cuppa what a warm fuzzy sensation i had when reading this lovely bit of your world. Loved it I really did!

[Gee]

Thank you Julie, appreciate very much your kind words.
Hope you are well

[Chris Shaw]

Now you really bring the poet out in you with this write, loved it Gee. You may be thinking autumn but I am still clinging on to summer. The sun is about to come out from behind the cloud, I can see faint signs of blue and we are off boating!!Steady trip to Windsor and back, will take us five days on the river. I don't do autumn until at least October. I reckon you will be needing that lawnmower for a while yet;))

Chris

[Gee]

In dressing another cold winter, hate the cold which isn't good when working outside.
5 days boating sounds idyllic, a stop off in Marlow ???
Chuffed you mentioned both me and poet in the same sentence, seldom happens.
Thank you kindly Christine

[Chris Shaw]

Not sure about Marlow.Maybe on the way back. Can get busy there and difficult to get a mooring. Currently in Henley :))

[Gee]

How the other half live :))

[Neville]

I think it is a fantastic poem... got me thinking too, it did..... am not looking forward to mowing my lawns when I get back.... N

[Gee]

Cheers Neville. If you're gonna keep shooting off abroad you might want to invest in a goat :))

[Neville]

got one..... cross between an anorak & a parka.....

[Neville]

I should have said a cross between an anoryak and an alparka....x