What I don’t
Want is the
Humid summer night
Breeze delicately wafting
Through opened curtains
Bathing me in
Late night chills
What I do
Want is fall
Leaves giving way
To November winds
And taking my
Autumn colors on
Wings to far
Off places setting
Me delicately on
Comforters of green
Where I can
Then take root
Grow and canopy
You many summers
