It’s Getting Cold!
Black barked trees with dangling seeds,
Chestnuts falling through brown stained leaves.
A rotting trunk in waters cold,
Ducks swimming passed with colours bold.
A solitary boat tied to a rusty cleat,
A dipping sun, scant of heat.
Coats now, where T-shirts were worn.
Smiles replaced by cold looks of scorn.
Winter approaches with its shorter days,
Moon lit nights in a ghostly blaze.
Chilled is my blood as I feel the cold.
Is this just another sign of getting old!
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