We Weather It Out This Finter

bright! bright! bright! and cold if i touch my nose to the picturesque windowpane i’ll surely see the light this Finter uproariously has censored my two day habit of nature walks wrapped in layers, scarves and woolen socks a shock to reigning leaves of gold the South and North locked in uncivil war with similar flocks of weather-cocks our country vast with flames, rain, blizzards and but a little sun who will win today headlocked in this political haze snowmen with bolder-arms could melt upon the congress floor wet with united tears divided under scrutiny we weather it out in cushy chairs our tushies need repair 11/13/2019 Finter - combo Fall and Winter