Monday, October 15, 2012

Day 15 Poem: Winter's Weave

 Winter's Weave
It's hints in the cool breeze through the trees,
full with green, yellow,orange, and red leaves
And in the busy work of ants and bees,
Winter is coming there's no stopping her weave.
November is coming
That awful week is forthcoming.
full of more then just stuffed turkey and tummies,

Last year a death on Sunday's evening,
turkey, dressing, and grief on Thursday,
on Saturday a funeral in the morning,
a stroke strike at night - death adorning day. 
This year no Thanksgiving without grieving.
And now the Poets' blog hop...enjoy.

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