Curious was the cool breeze and subdued temperatures of the morning,
No steam on windows within the house locking out my view of life,
Deer tasted sweet grass, while squirrels climbed vigilantly up the post,
To steal seed placed there for the multitude of birds visiting to partake.
Was fall flirtatiously knocking at nature’s door to give us a clever taste?
Or perhaps a cautionary smack of climate change silently taking place!
Poem 8/24/19 by Joni