Flurries of Flakes
As Sol slips off of the Earth's edge,
twilight slowly morphs into night.
And Autumn colors disappear
as dusk dims all remaining light.
Wildlife shivers in frigid winds,
contemplating the coming snow.
And dusk smears the horizon red
as crimson rivers ebb and flow.
Hoar-frost clouds, like paper towels,
expunge all traces of blue skies.
And darkness darkens the heavens
till the stars twinkle like fireflies.
Squirrels gather up acorns to
stash in final preparation.
And flurries of flakes hail Winter
in joyous anticipation.
Fall's horn of Cornucopia
gives way to empty fields of muck.
And Autumn’s beauty slips away,
much like the last migrating duck.
(Quatrain)
9/15/2015
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