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Somewhere In Mid-November
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Wildlife/Nature Trees have almost given up
their warm clothing
some hold on tightly to
their remaining garments
for fear of being exposed
to their very bare bark.
Fields lie flat the last
crop of the year long since
harvested...cold soil sleeps
now till Spring awakens it
with early rains.
Animal life scurries about
in mad dashes to fill nests
and dens with needed supplies
to sustain them through the
harsh cold of winter, before
white snows come to cover
their rations.
Daylight shortens to earlier
dusk as night rushes in to
take its rightful place of
an earlier schedule while
the moon seems somehow
different, more intense
as it looms in gray clouded
skies.
Procrastinating geese in
broken flight patterns who
choose to linger a bit longer
finally decide its way past
time to make that long
journey Southward once more.
Air feels crisper now as
Mother Nature ruffles her
long skirts sending frigid
air blowing across now stark
lands and your breath is seen
in front of you in frosted
sighs.
...somewhere in mid-November.
