Spooning

It has been an unexpectedly cool August here in the north country. Usually, the Dog Days of summer roam freely, dragging heat and humidity with them. But not this year. As I overheard someone say, "It's as if we lost a month of summer." And if nights are nippy here in the city, they turn downright brisk at the cabin.



Spooning


Mid-August up North
and fall already rides

the lopsided smile
of bodies curved

quilted skin to skin
suffusing night air

dreams, chilly enough.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor