Winters Here
WINTER"S HERE
The leaves are falling,
a new season comes calling,
orange, red, and fuscia leaves,
scattered up and down by the breeze .
As balmy breezes strip the trees
, these whispering trees await the freeze,
A serene blend of beauty
Fall slips away,
gone are the days on the lakes,
back-yard bar-be-ques, and clam-bakes.
The snow-fall comes
our noses run,
winter's here we'll make snowmen for fun.
Copyright © Joan Williams | Year Posted 2015
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