Adele’s Aerie

(I wrote a poem.)

Tease
by Adele Shakal

The crisp in the air teases us,
Wakens a yearning for action,
For preparing, and storing,
Weaving our webs of family,
Cocooning with our thoughts and dreams,
Nestling tidbits into our burrows,
Securing our homes and ourselves
For the coming winter.

Yet just when we feel about to begin,
Autumn snatches back its whispered caress,
And we are pushed, unwilling,
Back into summer’s warm embrace,
A lingering farewell of too much heat.