Walking out the coffee shop,
is your gob sufficiently smacked,
your flabber appropriately ghasted?
93 million miles bridged in 8 minutes
23.4 degrees off dead straight
makes the light at this time of year
just right for mists,
for trees waiting wisely for sleep
and weary bones still mourning
summer’s brief fling,
for dark loamy soil awaiting
the bedding of winter…
…and just right for you to enjoy
your pumpkin-spiced coffee
with cream and sprinkles,
in case you needed an excuse.
Don Lowe 