As it goes

Feel the tempreture drop

Biting winds swirl and blow

Leaves that have made such beautiful show

in a last desparate attempt to stay

From death, from decay.

Animals scurry to find food and shelter

To sustain them through the coming cold.

The damp mist blanket the earth like shroud

The tiniest whisper echos loud.

Earth prepares to lie in wait

Waiting

waiting

Until the stirring begins……

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