Home from the book con.
Home from the signings.
Home from the travel by cars or airline-ings.
Home to our pets, to the fall breeze so gentle
(too soon come the cold Arctic winds detrimental).
Home now to read and to write and to nap,
To post to our blogs both the shrewd and madcap.
Home now to ponder life's mysteries so deep,
Or maybe just catch up on two weeks of sleep.
Too nice out to create
So writing can wait.