Fall's Pretenses

11/07 version:

The air is getting chilly now.
It was such a sudden shift
to winter this year.
But the sun insists on shining
everyday
as if Nature refuses to admit
that it's cold,
that soon the ground will be covered in white,
trapping us indoors
with electric heat and lights.

I'm looking forward
to spring, though.
It comes with rain, yes,
but the showers foreshadow
the warmth of summer.

I decided I didn't like most of the changes I made.
Older versions on post page

11/04 version:

The air is getting chilly now.
It was such a sudden shift
to winter this year.
But the sun insists on shining
everyday
as if Nature refuses to admit
that it's cold,
that soon the ground will be covered in white,
trapping us indoors
with electric heat and lights.
Venturing outside is a chore.
Layer upon layer of wool and cotton
stiffen my limbs and I cannot bend over to tie my shoe.

I'm looking forward
to spring, though.
It comes with rain, yes,
but the showers foreshadow
the freeness of summer,
when the frisbee zips overhead
and I leap to fetch it,
when the world's day is longer than mine
and the sun brightens the room,
warming the air inside and out.


11/2 version:

The air is getting chilly now.
It was such a sudden shift to winter this year.
But the sun insists on shining everyday
as if Nature refuses to admit that it's cold
and that soon the ground will be covered in white
and we'll be stuck indoors
with electric heat and lights.
I'm looking forward to spring, though.
It comes with rain, yes,
but the showers foreshadow
the warmth of summer.


Original version:

The air is getting chilly, now.
It was such a sudden shift to winter this year.
But the sun insists on shining everyday
Like Nature refuses to admit that it's cold
That soon the ground will be covered in white
And we'll be stuck indoors
With electric heat and lights.
I'm looking forward to spring, though.
It comes with rain, yes,
But the showers foreshadow
The warmth of summer.


Ahhh! Last minute blog post before the deadline! :-[ This is what happens when good poems fall out of your head the day before submissions are due... Let me know what I need to do to make it acceptable.