It's Thanksgiving time
And Owen gets his mouthful
As Ingrid watches.
End of November;
Gray skies have become the rule;
Waiting for winter.
Birds still flutter,
(As long as there is bird seed);
I will watch them eat.
Collette has new boots
With compliments of the mud.
(Early Spring fashion).
Slowly smoke rises
Lazily from the chimney
Ascending skyward.
Dirty gray and white
The snowfield is past its prime
Melting in the cold.
Drops of rain falling,
Tick, tick ticking on my coat.
(It's time to turn back).
Blue and protected
Lying shiny in driveway:
It's yesterday's news.
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