Friday, November 20, 2015
Not Frosting on the Fake
It was the first frost of fall
Shriveling everything to small
We’re lucky it took so long to call
Let’s pull out our hats, gloves and shawl.
Now we can move on. That’s all.
This was the very last and tiny rose.
From my garden after the others froze.
The growing year has come to a close.
Except for a few carrots, I suppose.
The past autumn months have spoiled us big.
Are we ready for the bad weather pig?
We’ll have to gear up and take our swig
Get out our shovels and begin to dig.
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