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.
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