I Don't Care

I don't care what the calendar or anyone else says.

It's fall.

I need it, I want it, I NEED it.

I want to turn off the annoying air and fans.

I want to burn candles everywhere.

I want to wear my wooly socks and flannel pj's.

Constantly

Hunkering down inside my cocoon does not seem

as quirky (or psychologically damaging), in the fall

 as it does in the blaze of summer.

I want the kids home for the holidays,

and the pooches to stop panting

especially when Howie rocks the bed..

pant pant pant

"Get off!"

I want soups and stews and crusty breads

and an adjustable waistband.

I don't care, it's what I want.