That magical moment,

Way back in the fall.

School is started,

and the late harvest ball…


The sun is retreating,

The moon in ascent

The ground still squishy,

Not hard like cement?


Excited for Christmas,

the anticipation;

The holiday season,

Heralds such love and fun.


That magical time,

When we all slowed down,

because the first frost had come

and coated the ground.


But now it’s February

The sky’s are still bleak

The holidays past,

Quite more than a week.


That magical time,

Anticipation and fun.

But winter I fear,

Ugh!  Yeah, by now I am done!




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