Winter Winds Call 

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Wind is just a-blowing, on this late-crisp, 29th,October day
        Walk with me?
         on the river bank, watch the whirlwinds pull up sand
          and hurl it to the sky
In hues of pink, purple, and striking clouds of white
           create an artist’s rendering, against a deep blue sky

Leaves say farewell to their mother tree
        and run towards the river, for their last ride

One lone mallard, swims in vain
against the cruel wind
        as the strength of it, almost casts me to the ground
         He reminds me, this little friend,
of how I feel so desolate and alone at times
          and I pray he finds his way south
as I have not yet done

Scents of pumpkins and thoughts of family
Soon the snow will fall, soon it will be the season
Hams and turkeys will aroma the air
        and boughs of cedar will adorn the archways
        pretty lights will brighten up every doorway
        while the old Christmas tree makes its way home
        towed by some bright eyed, young ones

On this late noon, I will not take any more time
        and make my way home for the night
I’ll settle in, with a cup of hot tea
and pull the comforter across my legs
I’d pat the dog, but he is no more—and I miss him so
But his memory will serve me well
Just as the rest of my memories always do
                on this fresh and cool, autumn night