The wind has a chill to it
This first week of October.
Soon the leaves will be flying,
The frost turning them red and gold and brown.

The creek has slowed to nothing
With sticks and leaves clogging the stream.
Rains aren't frequent enough
To make the water start singing.

Dogs bray at the moon at night
Knowing hunting time is near.
They will chase the rabbit and the 'coon.
They smell Fall in the night.

Fall is rushing on,
Full tilt into Winter.
Seasons so lovely, so bright.
Soon here, too soon gone!

Jane Ellen Slone
10-03-08
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Music: "Only Time"

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