I know winter is coming
when the cat’s long fur
feels warm underneath and cool on top.
I know winter is close
when my feet are cold.
I know winter is approaching
by ringing in my ears
that sounds like distant cicadas
though none are singing.
I know winter is near
when I take an afternoon nap
while the cat snuggles under my arm,
keeping me warm.
I think about getting up and putting on socks,
But fall asleep too fast.