Tonight the chill of winter whispers in quiet breezes
And fall is winding down
as its colors fall in golden piles
On city lawns,
inspiring small children to jump and roll
In its beauty and crunchy softness
This is an uneasy time
Anticipation is apparent
The threat of a blizzards brutality
And of a soft snow’s cold handsomeness
Of vehicles unable to travel over icy surfaces
And the nip of frost on fingertips
Still it has its moments
Enjoyment of the time that’s here
Chilled, yet bearable in a hooded sweatshirt
A waiting game
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Where has the year gone, soon it will be a new year that has crept up on us faster than it should. 1975? Hmmmm, and you look so young and mmm mmm in this year I'm in!
Top write, I wonder what 76 will bring.
Joy L. Hale
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS