Morning was bright with sunshine
The horizon merged with the clouds
There was no dread to be seen
No evil speaking out loud
The summer is behind us, but
Still gives hints of existence
The autumn leaves have fallen
Their color disappeared.
Tamaracks still show promise
Different stages of color
From deep golden to brown
Soon they too will be on the ground
With winter around the corner
We will be longing for these days
But we must face up to it
Snow, ice, and slippery roads
First we will have thanksgiving
And have much to be thankful for
Then preparing for the birth of Christ
The greatest gift, our redeemer
The Romans, afraid of a young king
Sent an edict calling for death of
Males under a year, making many
Live with fear. We wish for now in the
Promise of a happier new year
Stanski
November 11, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 