The blue turns to gray
The green turns to brown
The red, yellow, and orange seem to shout
Look at me Look at me Look at me!
And then they are gone
We won't see them for nearly a year.
We change our clocks; We gather to give Thanks
The whiteness signals the end and yet
We hope for a new beginning.
We know it will come, but at that moment
it is hard to believe.
The chirps have gone south; The nuts have been buried,
The bears all hibernate in caves
The nights are longer The days get shorter
Our exhaled breath seems to reach towards the Moon
The Evergreens that remain get cut down
instead of admired;
The celebrations are underway
As the numbers climb higher
It is time for a new calender
We are all one year closer to the End
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