There is a foreboding scent in the air,
Calico flora contrasts the gray sky,
Autumn paints scenery with adept flare,
Winter’s a stalking cat lingering nigh.

Arctic winds will soon blow with cruel force,
Stripping all trees and the bushes near bare
And the remnants of leaves, brittle and coarse,
Will be picked by doting moms from kid’s hair.

Skeletal birches and aspens will cringe,
Wicked jealous of evergreens and firs
Who remain fully clothed, though sporting dinge
Presented by season’s blustery blurs.

When the Northern Finches dance in bare trees,
I know that there will soon be a hard freeze.

Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016

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