Skies of radiant beaming light.
Red in the morning,
Cotton candy skies
and butterscotch clouds.
The geese and ducks fly, day and night, traveling south, singing their travel song, leaving no doubt that winter is closing in.
The waters have receded and the ice appears, hopefully, briefly, because I am not ready for winter although the migratory birds tell me to prepare. Oh, that I could fly South for the winter.
As I warm my hands near the blazing fire, I dream of spring...and it snows!!!