Telling about the changes in the landscape and in your life before winter arrives.
Winter for sure is on it’s way,
Sunlight gets shorter every day.
All the trees are almost barren,
Now I can see farther across the hills.
Heavy knit sweaters folks are wearing,
Frost each morning sits on my windowsills.
Gathering wood for my old iron stove,
Hanging bird feeders in a nearby grove.
Filling my cup with hot spiced tea,
I'll call on an old friend to share it with me.
by Eileen Clark