That Autumn Feeling

Sit and sink into that chair
Sun’s warm compression
Filling the soft, quiet air
Bringing cares to rest, recession

Eyes shaded by hat and glass
Lazily tilting chin to chest
Soak the warmth beneath the skin
That soft tingly feeling

Fingers to toes
Knees to nose
Long golden touch
That hazy feeling

Indoors is quiet, pounding relaxation
Posture giving way to careless slump
Neck bends back, shuttered lids exposed
A dreamy sunrise at noon

Painless stab of shine
Lull is quickly broken in brilliance
Eager to return to dark and rest
That half resisting feeling

Lids snap tighter
The red heated squint
Half-rude awakening
A soft slap and back to bliss

Outside the grass is cool, tickling and winding
Sky round above, filling in the sides
Or perhaps bumpy bark propping
Slices of leafy silhouette spotting

Tinge of icy breath, a gentle exhale
Coaxes bumps for an instant
Drowsily aware and unhastily contemplate
Fall is whisping in, almost unnoticed

That Autumn Feeling