The Observer
The trees are turning cherry red
The birds and squirrels all sleep
For the winter is coming. The winter is close.
Homer is bracing for the snowfall.
Crystal flakes feathering to where the world waits,
Wondering and wandering around the town square.
A chilled breeze nibbles at the faces of the kids
Who are skating on the Fire-hosed ice
On the green of the chapel. The smile and laugh
And their parents do the same, admiring such
A small town escape. The faces of the people
Turn the color of the trees, as the lights
Of the night glow in pillars to the sky,
Lighting the freezing crystals in the air.
The parents gather their children to go
Home to a fire and a warm cup of cocoa
While the shade of the winter night smirks
To itself, content with the wonders
Of the Evening.
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