Chill in the Air
There is a chill in the air,
as evening falls.
Everything is dying,
as winter, close by, calls.
The smell of rotting leaves,
is pungently real.
A creepy crawlly feeling,
begins to steal.
Into hearts and minds,
now having to deal.
With death and disease,
imagined or real.
As the night sounds,
of the wolf and the owl.
Put fear in hearts,
with the hoot and the howl.
And the wind plays tricks,
with the clank and the yowl.
Insane in their fright,
redemption they call.
For this one night,
they give their all.
But death still comes stalking,
without remorse.
And the wind howls,
in due course.
For there is no escaping,
winter's wrath.
Reminders are everywhere,
along the path,
to death.
Copyright 2011 © Ronald W. Hull
10/27/11
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Love,
Eileen
Anna
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
keep warm!!
lo0ve tinka
Is to get high till I have my fill,
Better yet, though I don't have one, is to take a pill,
So light up my pipe & more bud do I with fire, kill...
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