Changes all around as the season unfolds
Flaming reds, rich yellows and magnificent golds
Temperatures dipping, rooftops glisten
Taking time to stop . . . and really listen
Small animals scurrying finding the perfect place
Readying for winter that they will need to embrace
Yes, signs are around that winter is near
Even promises that little white stuff may soon appear
Are you ready for the changes? Not sure I will be
But ready or not it’s coming I know on that we can agree . . .
What a great poem! I'm ready for "somewhat" cooler temps, but not that white stuff that comes later (hopefully a lot later or better yet never).
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ReplyDeleteI hope I don't hear any animals scurrying into my house. :-) But yes, that white stuff will come before we want it. I do love the glistening grass in the morning.
ReplyDeleteA breath of brilliance. You are a poet at heart - your words paint a clear picture and how you use the rhythm and the rhyme is beyond me! P asked this morning about the "white" on the grass - frost. A sign that the seasons is changing...and the temps didn't just dip, they dropped today! Brrr! Fall cannot be over just yet . . .
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