Going Into Winter

by Hubert Witheford

I am in the full blast.
Never
I begin to understand
Was I ever
Out of it.

Usually
The trees relax gradually
Into nakedness
But today the leaves hurtle past me.

Each morning
I wake earlier
Mourning
The chances
That will never happen again,

Welcoming
The deluded sparrows
Who think it is dawn.

We've had our first little snow - that will probably stay on the ground now - Just in time for Thanksgiving. The Man-Cub was thrilled to see it this morning - and our bird feeder was blown from it's tree and crashed - the deluded sparrows still fluttered to the seeds on the ground...

...it's still snowing...