in the slip of cold
so goes-
I can not say the world fights fate
for we know-
as time pulls another breath
another beat from this machine,
in slips the cold
making the open sun a rallying cry
a setting sun to slumber sooner
days shorter, nights linger
in slips the cold
as I curl up in a warm blanket
my dog, curled in a ball
lies next to me, and sighs