Seasonal Change

Milky colored skies Showers falling, come and go Squirrel holds the tree, he tries Firewood is wet A pile waiting to be stacked Warmth, no need to fret Chipmunk’s cheeks are full He prepares for what he knows Winter vibes that pull The green maple leaves Soon will be changing clothing As red, orange and gold weaves Color that will spread Until the trees are all bare Then laced with white snow instead Heidi Sands 9/17/21