Winter's here

Leaves are falling
And winter's calling
Summer's just a memory
Makes it colder for you and me

Birds and tourist have gone south
To find fresh sea food for their mouth
Those that must stay appear to hiberate
only to reappear at a spring time date

The grass is brown and trees are bare
There's a sharp nip in the air
With weather forcastings calling for snow
One good point... no grass to mow

The birds no longer sing a melodious song
The animals hair grows O' so long
It's time for fire side, slippers and easy chair
With someone you love sitting beside you there

We can change our mind but not the Weather!

Greenw@@d