Autumn Chills
November and the trees are bare; their leaves lie on the ground. Midsummer's greens and Fall's bright hues are now a crumpled brown.
As critters scurry everywhere preparing for scant times, the flocks of geese fly on their way to warmer southern climes.
As days grow shorter, cold and gray, I spend more time inside. A sluggishness comes creeping in; I strive to override.
The coldest days bring bright sunshine to light the blues away. I bundle up against the chill and walk outside each day.
But when I feel my nose hairs freeze, I know it's time to go to join those geese who flew away down where the "Snow Birds" go.
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