First Snowflake

I can feel it in the air,
Autumn's end is near.
Winter will follow
soon, have no fear.

A cool breeze blows
through the old oak trees,
releasing a few newly colored
leaves which slowly swirl and
twirl in a child like tease.

The wheat fields no longer hold their golden
grain, harvest has come and go again.

The crows are announcing loudly
their scheduled departure to warmer
quarters.

The red fox squirrel is anxiously
hoarding nuts and acorns for its
last orders.

The geese are on the wing,
across the moonlit sky,
headed south  to the
fields of rye.

A Bob White scurries across
the forest floor calling for
its mate, unaware of its
possible fate.

The warm days of Autumn
are near their end.
Old man winter is quickly
closing in.

A cold wind blows out of the north,
skies darken, dust whirls back and forth.

What is that floating in the air?
Oh! My goodness!…
it’s the very first
snowflake of the year!

Jackie R. Kays
Copyrigh…2002

First Snowflake

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