I don't care what the calendar or anyone else says.
I need it, I want it, I NEED it.
I want to turn off the annoying air and fans.
I want to burn candles everywhere.
I want to wear my wooly socks and flannel pj's.
Hunkering down inside my cocoon does not seem
as quirky (or psychologically damaging), in the fall
as it does in the blaze of summer.
I want the kids home for the holidays,
and the pooches to stop panting
especially when Howie rocks the bed..
pant pant pant
I want soups and stews and crusty breads
and an adjustable waistband.
I don't care, it's what I want.