Bringing Soup

It was daylight savings again and I

Missed it by an hour

Sleeping tangled in your cobalt blue

Only my car clock remembered the change

Scaring me soulless

Tell me I’m not late for work

But of course this means it’s dark now

Trees finally realizing in November it is autumn, dropping leaves all at once

Piling crisp orange and crimson in the wind, on my windshield

Falling through my open windows as I drive

I must love the coming cold to be so pleased

But mostly it means giving you my coat

Bringing soup

Catching rain in my palms

Adding another quilt to the tangled pile