Winter Is ComingA Poem by Dave Winter Is Coming Novembers' nights are getting colder with the last glimmer of the fading full moon, it's hard to see against the gathering clouds that are marking the coming of winter. Leaves still clinging desperately to branches while millions of their bretherine coat the ground. A stag stands watch over his doe and chases off another would-be suitor, the leaves rain down. Acorns by the hundreds, thousands crunch beneath the feet, unfound by the squirrels that scamper from tree to tree, food for a winter, a winter that is coming soon, felt already in the air. Only the birds of winter remain to add their songs to the gray and gloom, highlighted only by the soon to be glistening snow-covered branches and the red berries of the holly bush towering above it. High in the towering fir a lonely snowy owl hoots, while an ice-crusted stream meanders the forest floor. Deer and other animals enjoy this treat before it freezes, then go to find a warm haven against the coming cold. Howling, stormy winds stream through the forest, maple leaf sized snowflakes soar on the gusts. Clutching the bare branches, painting them white, soon the forest is a tapestry of ivory. Winter has come. © 2022 DaveReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 15, 2022 Last Updated on January 15, 2022 AuthorDaveBridgewater, NJAboutDavid B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..Writing
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