The morn starts

Chilly like dipping

My hand into

A bag of

Ice scurrying in

With the days

Paper like my

Pup seeking warmth

I grasp my

Cup of coffee

Watching the steam

Rise like sirens

Calling seafarer towards

Rocks I slowly

Sip like children

In Wisconsin lake

Cabins gazing at

Autumn’s exploding color

Enjoying this early

Brisk Charlotte day