Saturday, 16 November 2013

End of Autumn

What an Indian summer! Gift of grace
It showed us such a sunny face
Keeping cold winds from our face
And frost at bay
But now November, bleak and dark
Reminds us that this autumn spark
That warmed the cockles of our heart
Is on its way.

We muffle up when we step out
Chilly gusts blow hereabout
Dramatic rainfall leaves no doubt
Winter is nigh
We’ll soon be cloaked in drifts of snow
A frothy Arctic furbelow
Not only Rudolf’s nose will glow
Log fires – stand by!

(c) Poet in the woods 2013

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