Hi! How was your weekend? Ours was spent preparing for deer hunting season, which means mowing sections of the field, sighting in rifles, and setting up hunting perches in the creek. Sounds like fun, no?
It's a cold, wet, foggy day out here, which tends to make focusing on anything but warm bread, warm drinks, and warm blankets very difficult. Focus we must, though, so I have decided to describe the wonders of fall in Colorado... in a poem. If it's an atrocity, I promise not to do it again. But only if you tell me not to :P
Colorado Autumn
by Sgt. Pepper
Colorado's Lady Autumn
Is a fickle mistress, true.
Her ever-changing moods
Are impossible to subdue.
Unpredictable and timeless,
She reenacts her fine debut.
Each day is wholly different
From all days past she drew.
Some days are hot and bright,
With skies clear, a liquid blue.
The last vestiges of summer,
Last warmth for us to cling to.
Some days are cool and rainy
With skies gray, a cloudy hue.
Supplying much-needed drink
To a land parched hitherto.
Trees turn gold in sunlight,
Earth with leaves they strew.
Snow comes to visit early,
Winter's first cold preview.
Lady Autumn settles in here,
Ancient office she returns to.
She's given us a reason, now
To enjoy a warming brew!
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