Winter is coming…

Winter is coming…

Hey! It hasn’t been too long since my last blog post, but my nestle of wooded peace alongside the Burlington country club has experienced many changes since I last wrote. Last time, during the peak of foliage, the leaves were golden, red, and green, and clung onto the trees. Now, many of the trees that surround me are bare and look haunting in their dusky backdrop. The forest floor is littered with brown and decaying leaves, and there is very little visible insect activity. I am excited to see how my spot will look covered in snow and I can’t wait to breathe in the cool winter air.

 

My Event Map

My Poem

Days pass by fast like a hummingbird.

Late afternoon, chatty chirps and whistling wind come together to

produce the most beautiful song I’ve heard.

Leaves crunch under my feet,

Signifying the end of one season and the beginning of the next.

Sitting alone in the woods just cannot be beat.

I will soon bring out the jackets with down,

But while shivering in the nighttime rain I’ve found it hard to frown.

 

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