Frosted

The northern hemispheres transitional phase.
Brilliant sunkist colors of orange and red dance in the trees.
Whispering winds weave through the forests.
The sun's strongest reaches no longer heating the beaches.
Squirrels now looking as fat as the Cheshire cat.
Packing their cheeks with peanuts a plenty.
The skyline and sunsets setting so soon.
The warm weathered winds, winding their way down.
The dark starry skies, signal no surprise.
Best known as winters’ reprise.
The cold crisp clean nightly air kissed the panes on each window, with frosted intent.
With morning breaking dawn, the magic was all now gone.
Like a spiderwebs array, the the frosted windows stayed all day.
It's safe to say, the frost melted away, taking the backdrop of magic away.

Mgm 11/29/24