Air is damp this night as a cold rain falls,
I should turn the furnace on to warm the house
but and there’s always a but this time of year
I want to breathe fresh air, with windows open.
Toss another blankie on the bed I say to meself
to ward off the chill, even though socks are warming
under a pile of quilts already laid upon the bed,
note to self, seek out the Egyptian cotton linens.
I putter about seeking the fleece pajamas
needing to but not wanting too because it’s too early
this October, much too early to be bundling upagainst the chill of summer sheets in a cold bed.