South For Winter

The squirrels have bundled up for the winter the sun has fought to keep its rays alive chrysanthemums retire in frustration the task of simply fighting to survive The birds have flown and moved their families southward where ladies dance in sunshine roasted skins and the only one that senses cold air coming is the seagull that is carried by the winds The cold breeze blows the fragrances of sweet cakes and the chimney exhales the breath of last years' soot while the northern winds vacationing in Mexico are trampled underneath a naked foot.