Sevenling by Mrs. C (Here Comes The Cold)

SEVENLING by Mrs. C (Here Comes The Cold)

Crunch of autumn leaves underfoot
as crisp air turns cheeks pink.
Scent of a fireplace somewhere in the distance.

Snowstorms around the corner
with biting cold temps, cold stiff joints
and little sun.

Here comes the cold, and the Season of Hope for all.

2017-09-11
P. Wanken

 Shared at Poems of Garden Gnomes.

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