Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

No More Do Birds Chirp

No more do birds chirp
  No longer does grass grow
Leaves turn bright colors
  Then cover Earth's floor

Rains well up in puddles of mud and mire
  A dog's plaintive bark, a lone town crier
Windows close; shutters tightly shut
  Street surfaces soon will sprout ruts

November is here, its air so bracing, so clear
  Cushions the shock ~ Winter is near

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Caren Krutsinger November 11, 2021 at 12:22 PM Tomorrow we have been promised a low of twenty, high of thirty-one. I am eagerly awaiting possible snow. This poem reminded me of that.

M. L. Kiser November 3, 2021 at 3:19 PM It's funny how noises outside seem louder in the wintertime; yep, it's coming. Enjoyed. Gershon Wolf November 3, 2021 at 7:33 PM It's comin' round the mountain when it comes... Old Man Winter. Brrrr. :)

Michelle Faulkner November 2, 2021 at 6:57 PM Winter is coming, and we are getting the first real dose of rain out my way~ Gershon Wolf November 3, 2021 at 7:32 PM Yep, winter is on it way. Oh, well -- into the man-cave I go. lol. Here's to blankets and warmth. :) gw

Debra L Brown November 2, 2021 at 5:47 PM I love fall, somehow it's a peaceful time of the year. Love the poem ~ Debbie Gershon Wolf November 3, 2021 at 7:31 PM Fall is certainly a nice time of year; it's just what's around the corner that chills the soul... :)

L Milton Hankins November 1, 2021 at 6:41 PM You have set the scene so well, gw. Temperatures are dropping steadily here.... Gershon Wolf November 3, 2021 at 7:30 PM Actually, I'd rather set the scene for a temperature rebound! But here comes OMW. Brrrrrr. :)