Laced up and waterproofed

This season being ushered in
Brings fog in the hills
Wisps of mystery
Smoke wafting in
On damp cool air
Blankets and flannel
The sound of rain in the gutter
It stills
The scurry of summer
Brings it to hault
Fresh routine
And simplicity
It clears my head
I feel
Like the mug in hand
A wrapping around the warmth
Shutting out the cold
Unknown when the season will end
Or how much life
Flooding in
The window sitting
Or deer and squirrel naming
Finding beauty
In the grey and becoming
The internal looking
When great poets
Musta done all their thinking
I hate to embrace it
Drudgery and quiet
But my soul’s ready
To take the dosage
It’s prescribing
Down the path you must go
Whether lined
With daisies or leaves off trees
My hands will be in pockets
But my boots laced up and waterproofed