The city lights grow dimmer now
They’re hidden by the fog somehow
The mist moves softly through the trees
And cloaks the rustle of the leaves.
I hear a moan that comes and goes
I feel a chill rush to my toes
Too soon the winter will be here
With vestiges of vision drear.
If all the frost and snow arrive
How shall we then keep warmth alive,
We’ll bundle up in winter’s best
Hats, gloves and scarves with padded vest.
Do not lose heart no matter what
We’ll give it all that we have got
The seasons seem to march on by
The years grow wings and lives do fly !
Claire V. Bogdanos 