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The Old Man sat out front and watched
As the sky started to change
The clouds were forming quickly
They were looking rather strange

He said "It's time to round  'em up"
"Get ready for a ride"
"We've got to get the horses"
"And get them all inside"

"A day, maybe two at most"
"We'd best get set to hunker down"
"It won't be long before"
"We see more white than brown"

"Those clouds on the horizon"
"The way they dip and make that hole"
"That's the Window Into Winter"
"On that, I'd bet my soul"

He walked into the bunkhouse
Grabbed his gear, and looked around
He yelled, "That's The Window Into Winter"
"Snow, will soon be on the ground"

Now, normally, the clouds roll in
There's a storm and then the snow
With The Window Into Winter
It gives us time, it lets us know

"Someone get a list made"
"We need supplies, and need them fast"
"That Window won't stay open"
"It's gonna close, it will not last"

"Heed the Window into Winter"
"It gives us one more chance before"
"Jack Frost and all his helpers"
"Come knocking at our door"

Now, remember when you see it
Between the clouds up in the sky
There's a hole between the mountains
And that says, that Winter's nigh

It's The Window Into Winter
Now get along and get to work
Bring the horses in and hurry
There's things to do, so do not shirk

Once the hole has closed up tightly
And the clouds are all but one
Then The Window Into Winter
Will be no more, the fall is done.
 Oct 2015 FredErick le Roux
JDK
When I see you,
a quiet cheer rises up inside of me,
but then is quickly silenced.

Sometimes I forget to remember that I hate you now.

Sometimes I fantasize about reconciling.

Sometimes I miss your smile.
I'm too stubborn for this.
Give me another month or two and I'll get out.
 Oct 2015 FredErick le Roux
Robyn
Our little road trip
Don't know the destination
Whispering lip to lip
No amount of hesitation
You bring the snacks
While I give directions
Our little road trip
Don't know the destination
(20 minute poetry)

It's only a milestone a mile away from home it might as well be on the moon.
I have shot through this sphere never there, not dealt really enough spots, but here is where this domino draws double one.

If I go on and the if is a big one.. ...Haha I always say that it impresses the females, but we all know the truth's in the details we don't see.

I'm heading on past the milestone
passing beyond the old homestead with my head in the clouds where it
usually is.
Born
Bred
Lived
Dead.

Here lay the
dreams of
yesterday
White light
burning in the back room
watching late night TV
sitting on the chair.

A full moon
shines on
this October,
Winter's coming
I can feel it in the air.

I become
tidal in the tropics
I am mangrove growing
by a Southern sea.

Hot sand
running through my fingers,
on the islands that is
where I want to be.

White light,
Winter,
I watch Summer
splinter
and
wish I had saved some
for me.
I run from the reality of life, from the voices within my head

I run from what I cannot reach, from what I cannot hold

I run from the pictures that are in my mind, and from those I cannot see

I run from the life I cannot have, I run so I can hide

I run because I don't understand what life expects of me

I run because its the only way I can set my spirit free
I usually run into places where I can be alone with my thoughts
Jfc
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