OctPoWriMo 24

The fog finally broke today
You could feel it
Even though the clouds remained

A chill wind descended
As if the season itself
Deus ex machina’d to say

Time for a course correction
No one wants to apple pick
For pumpkin spice lattes

In 98 percent humidity
Here’s a dollop of sweater weather
Before you really have to hunker down

Come hygge or high water