Brisk breezes blowing, blue skies glowing.
Leaves going blonde, no ducks on the pond.
Noses are numb, fingers are dumb.
Wrap yourself tighter and imagine a fire.
Blowing smoke jets from invisible cigarettes.
Fallen leaves are extra crunchy with frost.
We have outside voices and inside jokes.
Warm stew is waiting on the wood stove at home.