this morning as the valley
opens its arms to the end of
fall and begins to transition
itself into december and the
end of a not too exciting year;
a mild frost lays on the ground
with all the dead leaves as it
waits for the sun to grow strong,
leaving a wetness in the air and
the body feels colder than it is;
the day's attitude keeps us all
inside our homes in flannel
clothes huddled around fires and
the churping of the wood as it
burns inside the place it belongs;
soups of all sorts: potato, beef,
chicken, and vege cook on the
stove to be frozen when complete,
for consumption later, serving a
bowl or two of each to be eaten
with grilled cheese sandwiches;
stir crazy cats venture through
portals in windows to embrace
the cold as their curious natures
warms them inside... their esxploring
is brief as it would appear they
prefer the security just left... a
mixed bag of cold greets us this
morning when the valley awakend.
27 November 2021
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