As I gaze,
over the hills,
the sky is dark,
the air is still.
The birds are flying,
flying to and fro,
to my neighbors feeders,
feeding their hunger,
before it snows.
The wind is beginning to blow,
blowing from the North,
soon we shall see,
see November snow.

~ Winston Staples

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