Days have shortened,
No hint of warmth is left in the air.
Only cold greets me as I step outside,
Whether under cold sunshine
Or graying skies.
Autumn looks balmy from here,
But it is gone one more time.
Winter has arrived,
Fires burn in houses,
We tuck ourselves in,
And the cats come inside,
Smelling of woodsmoke.
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