Last Day of November
John I. Blair
It’s the last day of November;
Trees have just begun to turn
Red and gold, rusty brown and orange,
As autumn here in Texas
Rolls slowly through its changes.
Cardinals and Redwings
Cling near the feeders,
Stoking up for chill nights;
Goldfinches, my winter guests,
Are flying down from Minnesota.
Darkness comes at six o’clock,
Which makes our clear blue autumn skies
Especially dear, as are the friends
I go to see or who come to me;
Dear just to know you’re there.
©2016 John I. Blair, 11/30/2016
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