One simple thought occurs to me
That nothing in our lives is free
We pay the price there is no choice
The time is here to raise our voice.
Sound the alarm, call in the guard
It’s sure correct to fence the yard
Prepare ourselves for the onslaught
In this morass we can’t be caught !
The frost is on the pumpkin and the birds are on the wing
Let us cuddle in our nests until we return to spring
Take out all the extra blankets and turn the heat up high
It’s gonna be a winter that is loathe to say goodbye
And remember, when nears next season and birds homeward come
The process is do-over and what’s old has been undone !
Claire V. Bogdanos 