To a Silent Friend

A warm autumn, with so few crisp days
Barely a morning has known frost
And the Fall feels more like Spring
Beautiful and bright even as the days darken
Yet the trees have turned their colors
And put on their dazzling display

Our coldest winter winds blow down each year
A gift of sorts from the Canadian north
But it seems even the weather is confused
And I wish that the chill I feel
Would not be this icy silence
But the promise of the coming winter 

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~ by lorakceel on November 16, 2010.

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