The days draw nearer in shadows,
shafts of sunlight slowly fade away,
coldness creeps in like the gallows,
stillness of sound, no children at play,

Skies with blurry clouds of gray,
biting winds with the chill factor,
damp and cold in bones find there way,
sniffles and grunts not much laughter,

Eyes sting and gently weep,
frost shows its morning dew,
trickling flakes of snow will grow deep,
not many venture out just a few,

Crinkled skin and dry lips,
life is for all to keep living,
taking hot drinks with gentle sips,
for many around it is now Thanksgiving.