Change of season arrives
a startling revelation of nature’s own agenda

It arrives brisk and certain
unconcerned about the day’s forecast
or what the calendar says

Wet flurries settle sloppily
on unsuspecting pedestrians
white halos embracing hair

Bare feet peek out of open toed shoes
shivering at what they see
not quite ready for dark scratchy wool and boots

Sleet and snow climb lazily
onto any exposed surface
lingering in a detached manner

before slowly melting
Knowing soon
temperatures will dictate a grip
that cannot be so easily loosened