When Days Grow Cold: Poem

 When Days Grow Cold

Put on your dresses

Of red and gold,

The autumn days are growing cold.

The wind blows

And plays with leaves.

Squirrels get acorns and nuts.

Bears have guts

To sleep in the cold.

It is fall and winter fold.

Bring the mums

And orange pumpkins,

Blankets, winter sweater

And apple sider –

All the fall things’ reminder

To stay warm and cozy,

Not lazy and cozy,

You, me, and the crow

This beautiful fall.

Tomshinsky@2025