Our Summer suntans are gently fading,
As the beautiful Fall leaves swirl down, to the ground,
And Chipmunks hastily prepare their larders,
For their winter sojourn, under ground.
The Summer birds have all flown away, to sunnier southern climes,
As those do, who just “stage through”, on their way to warmer times.
Whilst we, who are destined to be left behind,
Brace ourselves for colder days, and hope that Winter, to us, won’t be too unkind!
John Baldwin, 26 October 2018