April has come and gone

August too has passed on

Changing months

Changing seasons

Although pleasant and cool.

There is a nip in the air

Winter is soon approaching

Just around the bend.

Across the horizon

I look up at the morning sun

Awakening my senses warmly

In the alchemy of apricity.

This poem flows along in my simple joy of using this rarely used word. APRICITY…the warmth of a winters sun.

Hoping for apricity

Of feeling the warm sun

On a cold winters day…

Savvy