Songs of Nature COS No 9: AABB

Of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate, as the ebbing tides that breaths winter's fate. Echoes summons a dusty field in white, closets freed skis and sleds still not quite right. Few sunflowers escort its mentored sun, facing their eastward repose position. Brisk breeze tails a crafted shawl snuggly wrapped, home, hot cider, lit fire, read book is lapped. A forested cabin that's well-engaged coast reservedly entertained assuage A prominence forestalls in burgundy, copper, and blonde. Snowflakes smooch tenderly the fallen perianths. Forgivingly melts to a smooth touch that norms Autumn's eve.