The twinkling tune of raindrops, freezing, forming on the limbs
The breathy flute like songs, as breezes blow
The rattling of the snare drums tapping, resting on the sill, the start of winter waiting to come in
The rush of tender, tingling strings building bites of frigid frost
Erupt with Mother Natures melodies
The strum of rustling leaves, an homage, as they paid ultimate costs
All twirling to the season’s symphonies
The sawing fiddle’s tremble, inviting Jack to sing along
As he adds a harmony of coming chill
Dancing in a swirl, a cymbal banging like a gong
Ending in a chorus of the whippoorwills
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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