I saw a perfect ring glowing like pearl
around the moon last night,
and thought of storms to come,
and snow falling in the wind,
but instead, this morning dawned with icy fog.
when did you send Autumn packing?
I walk outside to peek at your icy veil
and in return, feel your cold kiss
softly against my exposed cheek,
like some grand-aunt greeting a half-forgotten niece.
There is ice on my back porch,
and I watch geese flying in long, noisy vees.
And even my snapdragons, last to laugh at the season's change,
are beginning to believe that you have come to stay.
How did you surprise me this time?