The leaves have started turning
The sun is getting low
Winter it is coming, ever so slow
The shadows getting longer
The days are shorter still
The birds are singing later
With there early morning trill
To hear that morning corus always gives a thrill
Soon the snow is coming
From the distant hills
The last flowers petals fading
From the morning chill
Frost upon the windows
Getting crisp upon ground
Spring will be here soon enough
So why do people frown
02 10 2009
Chellaston
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