Signs of winter weather
travelling this way, across
field and mountain
and farm and town are
seen in low hanging clouds, in
a sky of charcoal gray;
Of cold wind whipping
through northern pine trees,
twisting limbs like the
sway of a hula dancer, and migrating
birds flying south. Maple's
dropping their colorful leaves,
covering the ground
like a red and yellow
blanket; Morning frost on the
doorstep, and late afternoon
like the dark of night
What you write makes me feel as if I was there waiting for the snow to fall. Thank You!!!
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