Gray skies

Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.

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Flip flops and frostbite

Five days ago, autumn leaves shared their glow.
Then winds came along and changed all to snow.
Could winter be here?
Or maybe just near?
I’ve packed up my flip flops as it’s frostbite I fear.

Peace in a pasture

When you live in the midwest, you never take a warm autumn day for granted.

At least I don’t.

So I chose this Sunday to stop by a farm I’m very fond of to see some friends.

They immediately ran up the hill to greet me.

It was if I they had something to share.

So did I, but I spoke first.

“Hey friends, snow flurries are forecast for later this week!”

They took off in a tizzy, though still managed to share a couple of smiles.

As for me and their Newfie guard dog, we peacefully looked at the crimson and gold trees and sparking water below.

We weren’t going to waste even a minute with worry on this beautiful day.

“That’s what winter’s for, right?” I said to the Newfie.

I think he nodded in agreement.

He then very calmly nodded off.

And so did I.