A white wonderland out there this morning,
heavy weight of snow bends branches low.
But Nature gives fair warning to all.
“It is still Fall.”
She whispers through the mist,
“Beware!
There will be no solace after solstice.
Yes, My son will be returning
from his southern sojourn,
But his coming home to these northern climes
will whip wild winds and high drifts.
It’s a long time to go
till birds sing Spring.
Bundle up,”
She warns.
“It’s a long time till
once again, it warms.