Just this week
the tree has yellowed.
Its leaves settle on the ground
and today at last grow damp.

I never seem to know
to prepare for winter
until it comes –
only last week-end
it was in the 90’s.
In such a climate
confusion seems inevitable,
so too procrastination.

There’s something about a
rainy day
that makes you feel it’s all right
to do just what you’re doing.
All that is really required
is to stay dry.

Still I clutter
the day with
buying hat boxes,
ordering shoes,
making decisions
about upholstery,
helping a friend pack.