I see leaves from trees, winter wind just a blowing,
making an assualt like paratroopers on folks lawns.
I hear the geese gather up and form their formations,
quaking loudly that they are up and gone.
Morning rush to the work has to be coordinated,
that old truck needs time to warm up.
frost on the winshield, wind just a blowing,
time for one more coffee warm up.
Evening breeze brings the smell of wood stoves going,
holiday baking and burning leaves from the yards.
Yes I do believe ... Winter is here!
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 2:03 PM UTC
I see leaves from trees, winter wind just a blowing,
making an assualt like paratroopers on folks lawns.
I hear the geese gather up and form their formations,
quaking loudly that they are up and gone.
Morning rush to the work has to be coordinated,
that old truck needs time to warm up.
frost on the winshield, wind just a blowing,
time for one more coffee warm up.
Evening breeze brings the smell of wood stoves going,
holiday baking and burning leaves from the yards.
Yes I do believe ... Winter is here!
Paul Roberts. The Journey
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