Chill

[rejectomorph]

Venus and Saturn still light the east these mornings, but draw further apart each day. By the time a thin line of rose sets the horizon aglow, and the stolid trunks of pines and half-denuded tangle of oak branches are revealed against cerulean sky, the two planets are all that remains of night's field of stars. Today, there is no trace of cloud. It will be both cold and bright. Spots that have lain in leafy shade all the long summer days will be exposed, and the edgy shadows of bare twigs will stretch a bit farther north, clawing toward winter. I will pile my bed deep with blankets, and burrow down in search of warm dreams.