The new dark is creeping in
On gentle paws,
nibbling at the late afternoon light.
Soon lamps and crackling fires
will replace those soft summer evenings,
full of children's voices.
I pile the pillows high,
set out the fleecy blankets,
stack up the books,
like nuts for a winter squirrel..
We are at the turning of the seasons
the new dark creeping in
on gentle paws.
For Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif ...Equinox.