Time & Space Heater

I have a calendar but don’t rely
on it, retired, home 200 days.
But morning gives a message from the sky –
to rise at 6 is long before the sun.
And then I feel a chill I can’t deny,
informing me that winter’s on approach.
No longer needing fans for cool supply,
I switch appliances to what conveys
the warmth I want, as summer says goodbye.

(Magic 9)

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