Long Range Weather Forecast
October hums the chilly tune of a lyric,
November croons to cold winds from the north,
When winter will sweep suddenly eastward
Blanketing the Black Hills with a coat of white--
Icy snow lingering until the Missouri River
Valleys have had a hard frost before moving
Into the Mississippi River valley and the cities
Minneapolis-St. Paul, Chicago, St. Louis—
Her target, one after another, until winter
Spreads across land, and memories of August,
Heat waves, and western fires have faded, and
Folks are whistling the tunes of summertime.
written September 5, 2021
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