Come Winter

23 October 07 9:49 am The wind plays a tune with a whistling breeze. As it dances and whirls through the autumn trees. Come wind come snow come wintry cold, your time has come and summer must go. The flowers have died back into their beds and hibernating animals have tucked in their heads. The birds have flown south to their winter time home and I sit here wondering, and writing this poem. Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009