Good Life

As If I Should Have Known

The weather's shifted.

The cat twitches his tail and mews.

The TV says a cold front from the north,

thanks to a jet stream aberration,

heads our way,

and a cool wind blows

in the middle of August

so sharply this morning,

it brings tears to my eyes.

I sip coffee on the porch and shiver.

In the yard, grass silvers,

and the rushing of leaves

sounds like an ocean.

The cat winds around my leg,

mews, stares up at me

as if I should have known.