Dancing With the Stars

The squirrels are dashing here and there. desperately filling winter larders. They are still crazy for nuts, after all these years. Autumn spurs the living and is a rest-home for the dying it brings in new snow from the high hills and turns flakes into cold raindrops. The wind whinnies like a small wild pony. Marginal changes happen within a fluid hinterland. Eyes get wider, feet heavier. Kids get louder, expecting God knows what. Honey and tea for allergies and sniffles. The elderly just sweep stiff crackling leaves off their heads and shoulders while asking the stars for one last dance.