Beware the cold snap

As fall flies in with whirling leaf
A heavy heart may hoist its grief.
The season’s shiver shakes the bones
With marrow numbing undertones.

The weakest ones may swing to smite,
Recoiling as the most uptight.
So thoughtlessly, they ills entice.
It grows too late to break the ice.

Still woozy, stand we there to hold
Remaining ground, now frozen, cold.
But seasons pass, and so we stroll
To exercise our self-control.

A frost has come upon the air.
We wonder if we even care.
When fancies may run hot and cold,
Offenses may be best untold.
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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  1. Well the walnuts appear to have missed her but he has got one in the eye. Each season has its charm and its drawbacks. Fancies will always run hot and cold it is in our nature.

  2. I love the flow of this...and all in all it sound like it was a good kind of woozy!