Winter Comes

2001-02-02-00h50m12Autumn’s air-born rusty leaves

Sliding silently upon the eaves

As branches slip their summer clothes

Better to bear the wintry snows

 

Crows caw loudly to the sky

A warning for all passers by

No time to lose, the temperature’s falling

Hurry on home, the hearth is calling.

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