A Greeting To the Morn
Colder winds rip through the trees,
a greeting to the morn.
So much stronger than just a breeze,
the day’s start looks forlorn.
Not a very inviting sight
as clouds race through the sky.
Summer is all but gone from here
as memories passing by.
Not eagerly anticipated,
this wintery time of year.
But I know that it won’t be so bad
once the Christmas season is here.
Take the time to look around
for there’s so much to take in.
But do it where your warm inside
for to get cold would be a sin !(l.o.l.)
Copyright © Douglas Ace | Year Posted 2009
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