Dark clouds foreshadow freezing rain. The firewood's stacked. I picked the ripe tomatoes, pricked wrist on rosebush, taking out the trash. Has winter come? Plush petunias nestled next to porch think it's just a passing phase. Two dandelions spread seedy fluff, decide it's better safe than sorry. As night's black mask descends, I peek once more from window and see my reflection.