A nip, a chill is in the air, a season’s change familiar,
The feel of feelings shifting fair, no warmth and skies not clearer,
A gray glow peeks itself through blinds, a hue I’ve known before,
Outside winds, a whistling kind, I hear it more and more
As the days lose light and sun, the darkness arrives early,
Emptying the usual fun, and shifting us to surly,
Waking to a splash of heat, now barren, slighted bites,
The cold of skin and covers meet, as motivation fights
A warmer time would beg to ask, what shall we do today?
Patience, friendly and so kind, would guide me on my way,
A heavy cloak, these clouds and shade, are not as welcome, so,
As hope of plans begins to fade, a light breaks through this woe
Alas, though here proves brisk and breezy, it may not warrant tears,
Compared to past, this seems too easy, not ideal for reindeer,
Don’t be discouraged, as I had ya’, this place, it just might just change ya’,
After all, this is Nevada… this is no Pennsylvania.
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