By Tom Baideme
September 2010
When summer days are on the wane
Temperature starts to feel like fall
Then it’s time to start to think
Of a shelter yet realized
Thought of other years before
Of cars, garages, boxes, barns
Start to think of ways to warm
Part of the shelter that I’m Inn
Try to convert gas water heater
Into a paper-burning stove
Try to take the chill away
Even if it’s just on the floor
Have to finish moving from my summer shade
And to the basement once again
There to spend my harvest time
Sleeping in the dark of day
‘Cause now it’s time to go to work
To press the grapes fresh off the vine
And hold it in suspended animation
Frozen in their concentration cans
Maybe juice for wines and jellies
Or grape crème pie with ala mode
Whatever means you need to use
To make this season’s change again.
