I came upon my first pond frozen,
while the last leaves of autumn fall,
the other day a few flurries,
that melted on the ground
Not really an omen or a worry,
after all we’ve seen it all before,
just a midwestern time to complain a bit,
it’s part of who we are
I go home to a house heated
and a lounge chair awaiting,
which at my age I’ll happily use,
without hesitating
What comes next cannot be seen ahead,
but merely just a guess,
one must wait to be surprised,
just like all the rest
Keep the shovel tuned up,
and your gloves, hat, and jacket near,
eventually in spite of all the anticipation,
all will become clear
A happy new season coming to you all!!!