There’s a familiarity to the morning air,
a friendly and welcoming urgency marking
another change in season and temperament.
The lateness of morning transcends
the oppressive heat into a threatening stance,
a dare to the rising lemon sun to burn away
the chill fortified in the moody nighttime.
Inside our supplies grow in a nesting tone,
an incessant hum following our every thought
like the fading pleas of the summer’s last cicadas.
New towels line the bathroom shelves,
creature comforts coming to life at every turn,
the preparations nearing completion
for the pending lifetime’s worth of change.
Like the morning crispness it slowly seeps in,
a welcome change to the damask summer blanket.