Chill In My Bones
I can feel the end of summer blues slowly creeping in.
Like a cold black cloud just over the horizon.
What seems like it just began is too soon going to end
What was just brand new growth will soon be withered and dieing.
The days get shorter day after day to signal the end is near.
It saddens my heart and makes me want to go to someplace far, far away from here.
I wish I were a snow bird fleeing the cold and snow.
The chill in my bones becomes absurd as I slowly grow old.
Michael R. Roth