Chilled
Early November and it's cold
chilled not stirred down to my toes.
Ice crystals raise on the waterfall
no longer summer's autumn at all.
Yesterday green and flower appeared
today wind and frost it sheared.
What will winter have for us in store
as November takes on wintry roar?
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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