Falling Asleep by Vanessa C. Hawkins

 

 

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As Summer raises its nightcap to celebrate its own passing, I sit on my patio beneath a gazebo: pregnant from Autumn's antecedent wake and hear the howls of ghouls ready to cavort in darkness and under mounds of tawny leaves. The heat of season's spotlight becomes a refreshing gulp of water as the pumpkins grow their heads. And I, amongst the susans and the goldenrod, don my slippers and exhale the climax to inhale a sleepy, cozy, ready to hunker Fall. Happy Monday, everyone. -V