On a bi-coastal theme. Poetry from D. A. W.

Indian Summer

October glows with warm romance
And unexpected sun,
Like money found in summer’s pants
And spent on something fun.

And another D. A. W. poem on a usually dreaded autumn event. Daylight savings ends November 3 this year.

Is Daylight Savings really past?
The guest room’s clock’s an hour fast.
It seems to have declared its own
”Perpetually Summer” zone.

Who is D. A. W.? Read about him here at Indian Hill Press.