Oct. 17, 2001
In the cold and chill of the late Autumn,
The rains stop and the sunshine seems to warm.
We view the World with child-like wonderment,
And breath a welcoming breath renewed.
The chilled cold winds of Winter,
comes to a fast these days it seems.
And lingers around to long for us,
As we think to prepare for a long cold sleep.
But until it arrives; those cold winter snows,
We play in the last few days of Beauty.
Colourful trees abound, and birds fly south,
And we admire nature's beauty; yet dig in for the cold to stay.
