From the notebook....

Winter is almost here!
Now it will be quite cold.....
The birds sing, "winter's near!"
And flee to their homes of old.

Away they fly, into to the south,
Over forests no longer green,
Over the hills, and the river's mouth;
Into crevices hardly seen.

"Goodbye, dear fall, goodbye!
We'll see again in a year."
Do you hear the birds now cry?
Listen, do give them an ear.
Copyright/12/12/2007