Like a flock of birds or a flurry of brown
snowflakes,
A flight of leaves scatters through the sky.
Blown by a puff of wind against the blue.
The leaves circle and swoop, harbingers of chill.
I gaze up, regretting Fall's drift toward Winter.
At least with Winter's advent I can look forward to the
Spring.
Now I dread the beginning of unremitting cold.
Midi playing ~ "As Time Goes By"
Composed and ©
Bruce DeBoer
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Yet too the crunch of leaves sings crackling
fires,
Cozy hearths, mulled cider, pies and stories by candlelight.
There is virtue in feeling snug and warm when winds blow.
There is security in a full larder, good books to read,
simple tasks.
I watch the leaves crisp through the sky and hug myself.
Winter is coming, ready or not. Whatever brightness remains
Must be cherished and hoarded against the Winter's dark.
© Tasha Halpert
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