Reaching out are the throes of winter,

Trees have shed their allotment of leaves,

Squirrels are gathering their winter stores,

Birds have insulated their nests,

But I am resilient, only waxing my car,

Just about as usual, just about on par…

Our weather terrible never,

Of the umbilical cord from summer, we sever,

Leaving behind summers memories, we endeavor,

To allow to shut off the summer season with use of a lever…

Cooler temps do attack at night,

After the sun does drop early of light,

We do focus on what does come,

Summer does then give up the ghost,

To winters clutches summer does for now succumb…

© ed ~ 11/26/06